Sharing: Dark

She did not like to share. Now. Not yet. It wasn't that she was selfish, but she saw the future and knew the end of her story, and she knew that it would require her to share far more than she wanted. So for now she huddled over her toys and her food and her love, trying to keep it all for herself until it came the time when she wouldn't be able to not share. She told her prophecies easily and for free, most of them--only the way of her death did she keep to herself. She was thoughtful about it, though. She didn't know exactly when it would happen, but she knew she'd be neither a child nor an old woman. She switched to eating only vegetables and was extremely careful with her health. They would find no worms between their teeth, no infections to spread to cuts in the fingers that would butcher her. It--

Inspiration: Thinking about Christmas, and what Christmas is really about. Sharing.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Might be a flash story. I don't think it needs to be spun out far.