Three Meetings Left With The Devil
Language: en
I woke up one morning and saw numbers hovering above everyone’s heads. Above my mom, it was 9450. Above my dad, it was 8639. The numbers above our housekeeper and butler were far lower than my parents’: in the hundreds, even the tens. Dazed, I drove out into Crescent Bay to test the theory. Most strangers had single-digit numbers floating above them; seeing anything above 10 was rare. I drove home with my mind spinning, only to find my parents’ numbers had changed. Both were down by 1 since the morning. A jolt ran through me. Could these be the remaining times I would see them? The…