Tuesday 17 November 2015

A Rocky Ending



After I landed, I was surprised to find myself being able to stand up. At least, until I saw my body smeared over the jagged sandstone.

“David McCoy?”

I turned around. Black robe, skeletal hand, that giant blade thingy…

“Who… What are you?”

“I am Death.”

“I’ll speak up then!”

It didn’t move.

“I bet they all say that.”

“You’re the exactly forty-ninth million English speaker to make that exact… comment. Chaxouti speakers made a Deadly slash Tasty comment.”

“I’ve never heard of that language.”

“When Deadly and Tasty sound the same, you don’t tend to make it.”

It swung.

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