Post by Death on Sept 7, 2010 1:08:42 GMT -4
California was no Aruba but in a pinch it would do; at least the women were made up as nearly as much plastic here though they did lack a good deal of class but beggars can't be choosers. Or well they could...but Death didn't beg. The sun was high in the semi clear sky though the brim of his black fedora kept the sun out of his eyes...which was nice as squinting wasn't really an attractive habit. Tearing off a chunk of the loaf of bread in his hand Death chucked it at the small gathering of ducks a few feet away from him. A therapist he had seen once had told him it was good to enjoy the little things in life. He had been a good therapist...he was dead now.
Death's eyes darkened slightly as several of his ducks scattered towards an old man across the pond. An old man with apparently better tasting break then what Death had to offer. This man was stealing his ducks...highly unacceptable. Setting the loaf of bread down on the bench next to him Death's eyes focused on the man...the old man who had apparently eaten far too many cheeseburger in his life...the man who perhaps should have given up smoking when his wife said to...the old man who was no longer feeding the ducks but clutching at his chest as a massive heart attack tore through him.
Smiling slightly as the old man fell dead upon the grass Death retrieved his loaf of bread and continued to toss chunks on the grass to gather the duck's attention once more. His smile grew as sirens rang in the distance and he watched the disembodied soul of the man wander about the duckpond in a panic.
It was the little things in life...or well Death.
Death's eyes darkened slightly as several of his ducks scattered towards an old man across the pond. An old man with apparently better tasting break then what Death had to offer. This man was stealing his ducks...highly unacceptable. Setting the loaf of bread down on the bench next to him Death's eyes focused on the man...the old man who had apparently eaten far too many cheeseburger in his life...the man who perhaps should have given up smoking when his wife said to...the old man who was no longer feeding the ducks but clutching at his chest as a massive heart attack tore through him.
Smiling slightly as the old man fell dead upon the grass Death retrieved his loaf of bread and continued to toss chunks on the grass to gather the duck's attention once more. His smile grew as sirens rang in the distance and he watched the disembodied soul of the man wander about the duckpond in a panic.
It was the little things in life...or well Death.