Don’t Fear the Reaper
One night there was an ominous loud knocking on the door. I opened it to find a large woman in a bright floral dress. I looked at her confused.
“Hello love.” she said.
“Do I know you?” I asked her.
“I’m Death. I’ve come to collect your soul.” she told me.
“Death? I thought you’d be a skeleton in a black hooded cloak with scythe in your hand.”
“You’d be surprised by how many people say that.” she answered.
“Actually I don’t think I would be.” I replied. To my surprise she walked past me into the house. “So how did I die then?”
“Your heart gave out out dear.” she said turning to me.
“Like my dad’s did?”
“Yes like your father. Now he was a fun one to collect. Not like you.”
“Not like me?” I asked hoping she would clarify that remark. She walked to my kitchen and opened my fridge up.
“Well with you it’s all eye rolling and sarcasm. No wonder you’ve died alone.” she commented. “Do you mind if I raid your fridge? All this reaping souls makes me hungry.”
“Death came to visit and raided my fridge?” I said out loud.
“Well it’s not like you’re going to need it anymore, especially where you’re going.”
“And where am I going?” I asked.
‘What do you mean dear?” she asked as she stuffed her face full of my food.
“Will I just cease to exist? Is there a heaven or hell, and if there is, which one am I going to?” Death just shrugged her shoulders.
“You’ll find out when you get there love. What you believe will happen to you, either you’re right or your wrong, and if you’re wrong it’s too late to worry about it now.” she told me while finishing off my roast chicken.
“Okay.” I replied uncertainly. She came back into the living room and looked at me.
“You ready love?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I told her. She smiled at me.
“That’s the spirit dear! Now take my hand.” I took hold of her hand and to my surprise I found it was warm, and then we walked through the door together.
This idea for a story just popped into my head…
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