Sunday, July 26, 2015
Plus the Long Robe
-It's safe in the hallway at
this hour.
-Mid the bikes and scooters.
-The neighbor's kids.
-Don't they have fire regulations
around here?
-Be careful. Might apply to scythes.
Why drag that thing around, anyway?
Just symbolic.
-We all of us drag round symbolic things.
-Probably so. Let me...swirl a bit more
whipped cream into that hot chocolate.
-Thanks. This cold is unprecedented!
-Can't you hold off on me till the warm
weather.
-I've shown you the list.
-Highlighted me! It's, like, a compliment.
-It is what it is.
-Please finish up the Lorna Doones.
-And then!
-I'd still like to tie some loose ends.
Mostly hurt feelings that I never...
-They'll get over it. Or won't.
-That last howler of a wind nearly lifted
the whole apartment house!
-Means nothing to my appointed rounds.
-I could do your job.
-You'd think. But allow me to point out...
Labels: bargaining, bargaining with Death, death, depiction of death, last journey, Lorna Doone, Mr Death, scythe
