“As Henry Svendsen was about to die in a hospice right outside Copenhagen, the final half second of his life turned into a whole second and the following half of the last half of a second turned into one second and so it continued, not allowing Henry to pass, but only to reflect upon a lifetime of peculiarities.”
Seconds, the first line of a story about mathematical probabilities of life
First line of the story
What is this? Inspired by photos from my camera roll, I imagine first lines of stories that doesn't exist.
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