Conversation with Death 2

Conversation with Death 2

Death

CONVERSATION WITH DEATH 2

“Hi.”

“Ah, you’re back,” said Death.

“Ya think?”

Death sighed, loudly.

“I brought something for you,” I said, placing the small package in his hand.

“No one has ever given me a gift before.”

“Well, I was going to bring chocolate chip cookies, but…well you know,” I said, looking Death up and down. “I just thought this would be better.”

“Yes, without lips, a tongue or a digestive system I can see your point,” snickered Death.

“So open it,” I said, waving my hands at the gift.

Death tore off the paper and paused. “Thank you.”

“No biggie. I just figured with your new sythe and all, you might need some oil and a blade sharpener.”

“Very thoughtful,” said Death.

“It must be hard to do some things with your hands the way they are.”

“You mean boney?”

“Yes, boney.”

“Sometimes it is but I’m used to it.”

“Can I see them?”

“I guess,” said Death, raising one arm, hand reaching out.

“No, not your hands,” I said, backing up. “The people I love who are on the other side?”

“It’s not allowed.”

“I absolutely LIVE to break rules. You can ask anyone who knows me.”

“Sorry.”

“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll do the rest.”

“There is no direction,” said Death.

“Don’t be silly, there’s ALWAYS a direction.”

“The human mind is limited.”

“Yes, well, I can’t argue with that,” I said shaking my head. “But how do I get into the other side?”

“In a body bag.”

“Do they come in colors?” I asked.

“They’re mostly black but I did see a forest green one once.”

“Ah, I see you know your shades of green.”

Death bowed slightly, “Of course.”

“Are you going to let me see them?”

“Of course not.”

“We could start small, like with Pasa my beloved, black cat and work our way up to people. Is there a cat park?”

“Not even a cat. No.”

“Fine,” I said loudly. “Have it your way but next time I’m bringing cookies.”

“I like a human with a sense of humor.”

“You might not feel that way once you get to know me better.”

“Only time will tell.”

“See ya,” I said.

“Without a doubt,” said Death. “Thanks for the blade sharpener and thanks for stopping by.”

“You’re welcome…try not to cut yourself.”

Death’s laughter was deep and rich.

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5 Responses to Conversation with Death 2

  1. ratlady132 says:

    So true- that’s what my mamma always told me!

  2. Jennifer says:

    Oh goodness – do the cookies – he will be so upset that he can’t eat ………………. still won’t scare him away but we can but hope he DIES soon

  3. The cookies are going to be the least of Death’s problems believe me. I wish you lived closer so we could have lunch.

  4. Jennifer says:

    Oh man me too – if you ever want to see Maine you gotta place to stay!

  5. This is SO sweet. Thank you. I’ve been busy writing upcoming pieces for Conversation with Death today, so I’m ready for the next 7 seven days:) We have soooo much in common, except for the sewing:) And the cooking:) I read Tarot cards, regress people, etc., was a legal secretary and am into a lot of the things you have mentioned. Kindred Spirits for sure.

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