Suki Blue Fiction

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Another death. A soul ripped from the bosom of Mother Earth. Spike felt the guilt as deeply as all the others.

Would there ever be an end to the torment?

Spike thought about his victims past, each one cut down and stained by the bloody hand of death.

The agony. Once so beautiful. Once so pure.

But now, with a brand new shiny soul, he felt their pain. He would feel it for eternity.

Death. It was everywhere.

Spike shut off the lawnmower and looked down at the mangled froggy. This was the consequence of gardening in the dark.

“Bugger.”