In the film she dies of a heart attack. One minute she’s standing there with her friends, and the next she’s on the floor jerking and twitching as they try to hold her down, breathe air into her foaming throat. The camera shakes, jostled, as they crowd around holding her hand, calling for her to come back, survive, wake up, please. Sound fades out. Faces stretch. Em convulses weakly on the floorboards.
My short story “Sexy, Hot, Sad, Tragic, Accident” appears online in Eclectica.