There was only one more soul left to reap today, the reaper realized as he looked at the list of names he carried with him on a scroll. A king. Monarchs were always amongst the toughest to reap.
He sighed, and went on his way.
"No... No! This can't be it! My empire is enormous, I'm still so young... You have to give me another chance!"
Sighing again, the reaper repeated his usual line. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you any second chances, my job is only to guide you to the other side."
All the king's continued screaming and begging might not have brought him back to life, it sure made him late to the afterlife.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
