✨ Nine Days is Live! ✨By D.G. Carothers
– Blurb –
What if you had just nine days left to live?
In nine days, Kavan’s life will be over. An asteroid wasn’t plummeting to Earth that would wipe out humanity. Alien ships aren’t on the horizon, poised to attack us. There wasn’t a huge natural disaster imminent either. No, nothing so dramatic as that. The world will go on as usual. Only Kavan M. Garcia wasn’t.
Follow Kavan on his journey of acceptance in the face of death as he road trips across the country to visit his friends and family. Kavan hadn’t put much thought into the end of his own life but now that it was upon him, there were a few things he had to resolve and say, even if no one else could know that his time was limited.
“Nine Days” is a speculative fiction story with romantic undertones and a supernatural twist set in the Bloodlines of Fate world. This prequel is set several decades before Talos when supes were still hidden. This can be read as a standalone.
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I didn’t sneak out of the house at dawn. There was actually no sneaking out of that house
ever. The dogs will betray you every time. Kas made me breakfast, which was nothing too heavy
so I wouldn’t get sleepy, but it was filling and, of course, healthy. The care he took made me
smile through the wetness in my eyes as I drove back toward the main highway west. The
warmth and love in his hug as we said goodbye fortified me for the next half of my journey.
If you’ve ever driven across Texas, you know how incredibly boring and long it is. So very long! The drive across the top part of Texas is flat, smelly, depending on the wind, and thankfully, this time around, uneventful. The last thing I needed on this trip was driving to be more eventful.
With nothing interesting to look at, the plains of Texas were the perfect place for my
thoughts to wander. Part of me felt awful for lying to Kas and leaving him with the expectation
that he’d see me again. I kept telling myself that if I had planned this trip the way I said I did, I would
have come back. The only thought that really made things easier was that if I didn’t know
I was going to die and I just died alone at home in Maine, he wouldn’t have seen me at all. We
wouldn’t have had the lovely day and evening we did together with nothing but love for each
other. I hoped he could look back on the day like I did, not with sadness but fondness. I hoped he
felt how much I loved him, as his actions told me how much he loved me.
Before this, I hadn’t given much thought to my death. I’ve always been kind of laissez faire about it. The way I lived most of my life spoke to that. I tried to concentrate more on the
present than the future. As cliché as it was to say, life is short. We’ve never known from one day
to the next what may happen. I never wanted to be old, sitting in a home somewhere thinking,
“Oh, if only I was young again, I could do this, or I wished I had done that.”
Some people thought I was reckless and should have grown up long ago. They thought I should have settled down instead of roaming the earth. For some people, that’s the life they wanted, and that was okay for them. I would have been miserable. I couldn’t have done that. That was the main reason why Seb and I never would have worked long term. He wanted that life. I didn’t. Societal norms and expectations were never for me. I may have very few regrets in life, but I’d never change a thing. I’d do it all the same. I loved who I was. Every choice, every move, every conversation with a stranger on a park bench made me who I was. How could I regret or want to change that? As comedian and fellow lover of life, Bianca Del Rio once said,
“Not today, Satan. Not today.”
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