She heard a sound outside and glanced briefly at the door. And glanced back. The door was making the same rising and falling motion. Blinking her eyes to clear them, she realized that it was an effect of the air. Neither the door nor Olufemi's chest were moving at all. He was not sleeping, only dead.
"Go in peace," she whispered to Olufemi's departing spirit, and the shimmering wafted outward onto the breeze. Then Pina wept.
<Ken Johnson also gave me the assignment
Not sleeping only dead
The four words in that order, 100-words.>
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