A Quick Death by Patricia Josephine Lynne

Author:Patricia Josephine Lynne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: flash fiction, short story collection, 200 word stories, 200 word flash fiction collection, paranormal flash fiction collection, science fiction and paranormal stories, science fiction flash fiction collection, 200 word anthology, death, murder, crime fiction
Publisher: Twisting the Myths
Published: 2022-05-04T00:00:00+00:00

DEATH

Waiting for Death

DEATH DIDN’T COME TODAY. Night had fallen, and the lure of sleep tugged on me. I dragged myself to my feet and dumped the now cold tea.

Maybe tomorrow, I told myself as I brushed my teeth.

I ignored the little voice that whispered it wasn’t normal to wish for Death. I understood that, but normal was boring. Normal didn’t take you on adventures around the world.

Normal didn’t introduce you to Death.

I remembered the first time we met. It had been an autumn day in New Zealand. I was waiting for the tour to start. I was finally seeing where The Hobbit had been filmed. My excitement was palatable. An older man collapsed and the medics were called. Their attempts to revive him were fruitless. That was when I saw Death.

No one else seemed aware of him. I watched him weave through the crowd. He was reaching for the body when our eyes met. Confusion flitted across his pale face. Later that night, I saw him again. He didn’t understand why I saw him. It wasn’t my time.

When, I asked.

He shrugged. One day. Then he was gone. I have been waiting for him ever since.

No One

DISASTER FOLLOWED ME wherever I went, and yet, despite that, I always escaped unscathed. Not everyone else was lucky enough. Most ended up six feet under. Was I cursed at birth by an evil witch? My parents couldn’t tell me. They died shortly after I was born. Many foster parents didn’t fare much better.

As soon as I came of age, I moved to the woods to live. It was lonely, but no one deserved to die because they crossed paths with me.

I sat outside my hut, watching the trees sway in the wind. Plants seemed to be immune to me. It gave me someone to talk to when the isolation dug deep. Although, they never replied.

A snap drew my attention from the potted flower next to me. Two deer emerged. One was a tiny fawn on shaking legs. It looked at me with wide eyes and took a step forward.

“Better not,” I warned.

The fawn backed up to its mother as if it understood. I watched as they disappeared back into the trees. A sigh escaped me. I looked at the flower next to me.

No one deserved to die because they crossed paths with me.

Death’s Lover

THE LIVING NEVER ceased to astonish Death. They viewed everything in black and white. Especially when it came to him. Some humans saw him as the devil, while others believe him to be an angel. They would bicker over who was right. Some fights ended with him claiming both souls.

At first, he tried to explain himself. Death was neither good nor evil. He just was. If life was to continued then Death was needed. They refused to understand, and eventually, he learned to accept that truth.

But...

Every few centuries there would be a human who was different. She could see the shades of gray swirling between black and white. She understood the nuances of life and embraced them.

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