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Death Met His Match - A Flash Fiction Story

Timothy is a writer and artist who enjoys writing poetry, stories and articles. Timothy earned his BS in psychology from Albright College

One-day death came strolling into town. He didn’t know it then but he would be strolling out empty handed and defeated at the hands of a mere child. Death always took pride in his work but the clichéd look of the skeleton in a long black rode and holding a sickle was so outdated and wrong.

You see death appeared as just an ordinary businessman dressed in a black suit and tie and carrying a briefcase which contained the Book of Death. The book which listed the death dates of every man, woman and child. The date was, pardon the expression, etched in stone no one could change it, that is up until now.

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Death headed into the local restaurant because truth be told the calling of souls was tiring work and even death needed to eat.

Death waited at the front until a waitress came and escorted him to a table. He knew the woman was not on his list. Death sat his briefcase down on the next chair over and sat down. He glanced out the window and watched all the souls stroll on by. “If they only knew.” He though.

“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?”

Death turned from the window and looked up at the woman. “Yes, I will have a Diet Coke.”

“Ok, sir I will go get that for you while you decide what you’d like to order.”

Death smiled. “I already know what I want. I would like a cheeseburger and fries. Oh yeah, can you make sure the burger is well done.”

“Sure sir. “I’ll put the order in for you right now.” The waitress walked away.

“You know if you eat too much red meat it’ll kill you.”

Death looked over to the table across from his. There sat a little girl,of maybe 9 or 10 watching him. Sadly she was on his list for today.

“Is that so. And just where did you learn that little tidbit of news?”

The little girl smiled. “My mom is a nurse and she tells me things. She says people who meat do not live as long as people who eat a lot of vegetables.

Death knew her mom was not on his list for today. “Well i can assure you I’m not worried about dying from eating a hamburger.”

The girl chuckled. “I guess not, you're the Death guy aren’t you? Why aren’t you wearing the long robe and carrying the curved thing on a stick?”

Death looked around for the little girl’s mom. He did not see her anywhere. He turned his attention back to the little girl. Death wondered how the little girl knew who he was. Of course it was her day, her time of death must be close. The little girl got up from her table and walked over to where Death sat. He looked her in the eye.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“No, I just wanted to look at you a little closer. So when do we go?

“Go…”

Yes go. As in when do you take me to my new home?”

Death didn’t know what to say. He didn’t understand how this little girl knew who he was.

“You must have me mixed up with someone else.”

“No, my mom prepared me for your arrival. You see, I have cancer and my mom told me that I don’t have long to live. She also told me about a beautiful place I would go when it came time. She cries a lot when she she tells me amd says she will be ok but I know she is sad.”

“Are you not afraid…”

“No, I mean maybe a little but the man at church always says that death, not you, but death...well I know what I mean?”

Yes, I do”

“Well the man at church...well his name is Pastor Will, says death is not the end. It is the doorway into a new more beautiful place.”

“For some yes...for others well…”

The little girl looked up at him. “Oh you mean Hell.”

“Yes….”

“I don’t think I’m going there. I said a prayer and now I think God and I are ok. So when do we go...now? If so can I give my mom a hug and kiss goodbye?”

Death felt a tear run down his cheek. He couldn’t do this. He did have the power to heal those he deemed would be better off staying in this world. He reached over and touched the girl. He felt the power run through his fingers into the girl. Just then her mom came back.

Delila what are you doing sitting at this table.

“I was just talking to...wait where’d he go?”

“Who...honey?”

“Death...he was sitting right here.”

“Well if he was here he is gone now. Come on dear we have to go to your doctor’s appointment.”

Death watched the little girl and her mother leave the restaurant. He wished he could be there when they got the news. He looked up to the sky. Thank you sir. He smiled and walked away.

20 Flash Fiction Story Prompts

First Line Prompts

1. “I woke up.”

2. “Wait why are my clothes all bloody.”

3. “Give who my what.”

4. He held in his hands the dying Roses.

5 “I looked death in the eye and said, “Man...err...Death what are yoU doing here?”

6. It one of those lightbulb moments.

7. “I thought you said the explosives would kill it. Well it doesn’t look dead.”

8. Well as I always say, “Life goes on.”

9. They looked up to see creature coming right at them.

10. “You said you loved me before. Why should I believe you now?”

11. “Go ahead tell me again how You screwed up.”

12. “You’re Santa Claus? But you don’t exist.”

13. Giving the gift of life can be very rewarding.

14. Ever since he received the heart transplant strange things have been happening.

15. “Sometimes all you need is a little push.”

16. I looked in the mirror but the person looking back at me wasn’t me.

17. “What I remember most...”

18. “I never thought I would find myself doing this.”

19. He looked up to the sky. What he saw chilled him to the bone.

20. He never realized becoming rich would cause so much grief.

© 2020 Timothy Whitt