I met him once on my way to work. He was as expected; tall and thin, his figure bent by age, leaning on a scythe. His face was hidden by the black cloak, greening with age.
‘You can’t have come for me!’ I said. It wasn’t a question.
‘And why not?’ His was.
‘Because I’m too young. I still have much to do!’
I stopped and thought for a while. ‘Well, I’m on my way to work. Can’t just leave without notice. How would my boss cope?’
He paused and didn’t speak for a long while.
‘Have it your way then. I’ll take you later.’
He was waiting for me again on my way from work to home.
‘You can’t possible take me now,’ I said.
‘And why on earth not?’ I detected a light frustration in his tone.
‘I haven’t been home all day. My dog’ll be starving!’
‘Can no one else feed your dog?’
‘Of course not!’ I replied with a shrill.
His left shoulder lifted in a shrug. ‘Have it your way then…’ and he vanished with a puff.
Later that night I packed a bag and was on my way out when he appeared blocking my door.
‘What now?’ he asked with a drawl.
‘I’m too young, you see…I need to see the world. I have a lot—‘
‘No. No. I won’t have that any more. Many I have taken who were half as old as you. It’s your time now, whether you like it or not.’
‘But, I haven’t done anything yet. Nothing to be remembered by. Nothing that matters.’
I saw his left shoulder lift in the now familiar shrug, and in an instant, we were both gone with a puff.
I botched this post up a bit…I was writing it late last night. I was tired. When I finished the first draft, I thought, ‘Let us save this post for now (yes I speak to myself in the first person plural…I’m the Queen in my own head) and check it properly tomorrow when we’re fresh…’ I pressed a button and my world crashed to a halt.
The screen started blinking, circles started turning and the word ‘PUBLISHING’ flashed across my screen.
I panicked. Instead of taking the wise course and amending my post very quickly, I saved myself by clicking ten times on the ‘Trash’ button. And so, I apologize to all those who fatefully came to my blog in search of a new post. My excuse is – I was tired.
But it is here now. This post has been written for a new challenge I encountered on: https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com brought to us by Ms Esther Newton. The word I selected was ‘The Rendezvous’ … if my title hadn’t given it away. We had nine titles to choose from this week and all equally enticing.
- The Spectre
- The Race
- The Guardian
- The Rendezvous
- Summer Rain
Have a go why don’t ya?!
That’s fun. Your protagonist certainly did her best.
I guess we all have to watch out for that left shoulder.
Yup! We definitely do… Thanks for your comment, Patrick.