Strange day…

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This gorgeous concept art is by Diego Gisbert Llorens/on Pinterest

 

“You’re not from around here, are you,” she said.

“What gave me away?”

“The floating, for one thing.  Then the long hooded robe, the claw like hands and, of course, the very cool scythe.”

“Oh,” he snickered.  “I thought you were going to say it had something to do with the fact that I have wings.”

“Well, sure, the wings are definitely a factor.”

“You think my scythe is cool?”

“It’s fantastic,” she said, staring at it.  “Who made it?”

“You wouldn’t know him, believe me.”

“I might.  I know a lot of artists who work with metal.”

“Trust me,” he said softly.

“Wanna get a pizza?”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

“Me too,” she said smiling.

“Thin or deep dish?” he asked.

“Thin, with maybe a bit of spinach and a few mushrooms, to party it up.”

“Sounds good,” he said, seriously.

“I know a place,” she said, starting to walk away.

“I know a place too, but there’s no pizza there.”

“Don’t doubt it for a second.  What’s your name.”

“Miles.”

“Lexi.”

“This is a strange day,” he said, floating next to her.

“Live here long enough and you won’t think so,” she laughed.  “Hey, where are you from?”

“Uh,” he said.  “I don’t have any money for the pizza.”

“I’ll get this one and you can pay next time.”

“Next time?” he asked, taken back.

“Well, dun!”

“Okay,” he said, trying not to stare at his new friend.

***

Everything is relative.  You just never know what’s gonna happen next.

 

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4 Responses to Strange day…

  1. Very cool work. Love where it is going

  2. LOL whats so strange? Pizza with Death..seems normal 😉

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