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This week's word is:
3 capitalized : the destroyer of life represented usually as a skeleton with a scythe
Death Takes A Holiday - Part 1
Death paced impatiently as his accountant and friend,George, finished his daily totaling of numbers.
“We’re hitting a high this month.”
“Well, it is October.” Death reasoned. “And where’s Nausea? He’s twenty minutes late.”
Nausea appeared on cue. “I’ve been working overtime, Boss.”
“You’ll be compensated. But it’s time to go. Give the poor soul you’re working with a break. We’ve got plans.”
“Wait. You’ve been summoned. She keeps muttering things like, ‘Kill me now and Death is coming.’ I came right over to find you.”
“All women say that during their first trimester. “ Death mumbled.
“One quick look? Please?.”
Knowing Nausea was a persistent fellow, Death begrudgingly grabbed his scythe and let out a fetor that would make a corpse cry.
“We’ll be back, George. Get the cooler packed. I have a feeling I’m going to need a few extra beverages after this one.”
Nausea snatched a Popsicle for the ride and off they went in a swirl of black mist. The woman lay there, clutching the sides the toilet, groaning in between her dry heaves. Begging for mercy, Death looked down upon her. Nausea slurped at the Popsicle, clumsily spilling blood red drops on the laminate flooring.
“See, Boss? She’s dying here.”
“No.” Death stated flatly. “She isn’t. The living dramatize their reality. It’s overkill. Release your hold so we can all enjoy our day.”
And with a flick of his hand, the woman lifted her head out of the toilet, took a deep breath and pushed herself up. Just then, her foot slipped on the Popsicle drippings. In an instant, she fell back and split her head on the edge of the tub.
“Oh for crying out loud. Clean up that mess.” Death lazily pointed at the now smeared droplets.
He waved his scythe over her, taming the stream of blood flowing freely from the crack in her skull. Nausea turned to see Death as he sealed the final opening.
“She’s carrying precious cargo. Besides, we're taking a day off.”