Get In The Ring, Daddy.
“Don’t die, Dora.”
“I won’t if you promise to kiss me better when I return.”
“Right now, I don’t even want to stop kissing you. I feel like it’s all the supplements I need to be healthy.”
Dora chuckles, and I am tempted to kiss those dimples, but I pull back instead. She has a deadly battle to fight, and I don’t want to be a distraction; she’s already very frightened.
Dora holds both my hands, smiling at me, and I find myself smiling back, “Once all this is over, I get The reaper’s head on a tray and I’m finally free, let’s run away to Africa together and start a new, blossoming life.”