Day Thirty-One – “End of the Line” (In For A Penny)

Death stood in the doorway, watching.

He shook snow from the shoulders of his calf-length coat, brushing his shoes off on the doormat and doffing his boler hat respectfully. He didn’t really have to say anything, merely held out a hand; I took it and rose slowly out of my armchair, shedding my body like old snakeskin. I couldn’t help but glance down at my own still form, curiosity getting the better of me.

“It was quick,” he reassured me. “Like falling asleep.”

I nodded and followed him, clinging to his hand like a child.

“Where’re we going?”

“No idea.”

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