Death's Life by B Latif

Death's Life by B Latif

Author:B Latif [Latif, B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-08-14T05:00:00+00:00


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“Mama!”

I didn’t reply because I was feeling the weakest human emotion, which is fear.

“Mama!”

My lips trembled. I kept watering the roses without even thinking why I was doing it as I had watered them some hours ago.

“Mama! There you are!” Rose came in. I still didn’t know how to avoid it as I didn’t have a plan.

“What are you doing?” Rose asked happily, but continued without waiting for my answer, “I’ve got something for you!”

“Hmm…”

Think. Think. Think.

Thinking has always been a major issue for me. I’m not capable of thinking. I’m only capable of obeying.

I quickly started walking toward the castle with Rose following me, waiting for me to pay her some attention.

When I didn’t, she took my hand and stood still, looking at me.

“I’ve got something for you,” she repeated with the same enthusiasm.

I blinked and licked my dry lips, “Okay.”

With this, she brought out her hand with the mirror. I stared at it as if I had never seen a mirror before.

“What is this?” I asked.

“A mirror. Mama, we can see ourselves in it! Henry gave it to me!”

The first materialistic thing she received from the world and the deadliest as well.

“Look…”

“No.” I pushed it away.

“No, look, Mama, how beautiful you are!”

“No,” I repeated, “Keep it away from me.”

“Mama,” Rose tried to calm me down, “seriously, it won’t hurt you.”

“It’s not that, Rose,” I told her evasively.

“Then why don’t you look at yourself?” her tone gave me the impression that she was annoyed, but so was I.

“Because…” I couldn’t tell her. But somewhere within me, I knew that a mother could trust her daughter with her secret, “Because my reflection doesn’t appear in the mirror.”

Rose was silent.

Was she scared? No… more like sympathetic. Very sympathetic. She just knew Henry’s and her reflection had appeared in the mirror, maybe she would assume not everyone’s did.

It seemed normal for her to accept what I said.

“Oh no,” she moaned.

“Rose?”

“Mama, you won’t be able to see yourself.”

I frowned and thought about what I could do to satisfy her. I wanted to see myself. I knew my face changed according to the lives people led, their sins and virtues created my physical appearance and I appeared beautiful to Rose because she had no sin.

Our discussion came to an end, but my thoughts didn’t.

I closed my eyes to see the blackness humans see when they sleep, my back against the trunk of a willow. It was noon when I heard her steps approaching me.

“Mama! Mama!”

I didn’t open my eyes. She had found me anyway. When I looked at her, she seemed joyous about something.

“Rose?”

“Guess what have I have for you?” she was extremely excited.

“The mirror,” I said airily.

“Oh, no. Something better than that!”

Being Death, I had already condemned the mirror and didn’t feel it worthwhile to consider the matter a second time. As far as I was concerned the subject had been forgotten.

“I don’t know, Rose,” I kept sitting there as she stepped toward me and slumped down, holding out a paper in front of my eyes.



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