Chance
Screech...bang...swoosh.
I am Death, the reaper of souls.
So here, at last and look at you a bag of bones; the slut's too busy to feed you or give me grandchildren. Thank God, I am here now.
Er...Death dude any chance of dropping me off somewhere, anywhere.
MORRIS, COME BACK
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.