BEAS' BOOK OF WRITTEN STUFF

short story attempt ew

I was walking along the plank one day when the seaboard captain reported an emergency.
Someone had been murdered.

"I knew it,"I said
"Of course you knew it," said Dehell, the one I was with.
"It was the slave, wasnt it?"
"Yes it was,"
"I still cant believe it!" I said,"He seemed so nice! Why would he commit the murder?"
Dehell laughed,"You know how it is. The nicest ones cannot be trusted."

We walked along to see what had happened.
The body had been found in the basement.
"It's sad, really." I said," I trusted the slave to death."
Dehell snorted,"Funny choice of words."

My good pal, Mitch, was standing in the corner. His eyes became the size of quarters as he saw the body of the girl being carried out. She was his best friend.
"Mitch, are you okay?"
A stupid question, but I didnt know what to say or do.
"Mitch?"
He didnt respond. Instead, he started bawling his eyes out as soon as it struck to him.
"Mitch, i'm really sorry," But my voice was silenced by the crowd which had gathered around to comfort him and themselves.
Dehell sighed,"You know that there's no point, right? He's in shock."
"I cannot believe i'm being so calm about this." I said, watching Mitch falling to the floor, screaming.
"It's not that big of a deal, honestly,"Dehell said ,"People  get used to all this betrayal,"
"But you did not," I said" You still hope that people would change."
Dehell sighed again,"Me and hope have a strange relationship. It cannot be understood in words,"
I smile.
"We should get going," he said
"You go on, i'll be coming in a minute,"
"From where?"
"Seeing the victim's body. I mean, even though i don't want to, it is mine. Have to do the right to check up on it,  you know?"
"You sure?" said, Dehell, straightening his way too bright canary yellow shirt and polka dotted tie."'Cause it's pretty hard to go to to the other side without me. After all, i AM death."
I snorted "Show off much? Just go. I'll give you a call. And a special request, tell granny to bake a batch of cookies for me. I'll be visiting her."

a date with death.