Hi. This is for a competition I’m entering. It is only 100 words, but I thought I’d get opinions on it before I enter it.
I was pronounced dead after the fire. Guess the police officers were blind to the muddy footprints leading into the woods behind my house. You could imagine my shock when I finally made it out of the trees and discovered a funeral in my honor. I missed my family, especially my little sister. However, when I stood on the doorstep of my grandmother’s house, I realized that it would be a pain to replace all my belongings and change my death date. So I accepted death. If my photo gets out, there will be a lot of explaining to do.