Flash Fiction: Death

I look at the dark haired child. “You’re not what I expected.”

She smiles, hand offered. “Would you prefer a black jackal? An anteater?”

“What awaits me, Death?”

“I won’t say.”

“Then tell me… what was Life?”

“My lover.”

“What was I?”

“Our child.”

 

 

 

 

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