Without a Scythe

-Vera-

I found Death at the corner of First and Avenue.

All alone, smoking his last cigarette, I said, 'Where you been?'

He said, 'Just ask anyone.'

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He's known as Death.
Or the Grim Reaper.
Or Hades.
Or Pluto, Osiris, or Satan.

But never as just Nick.

He took my life, captured my soul and told me I had exactly 13 days until my entire existence would just start wasting away. And then what?

So you know that phrase, 'live while you're young'?

Yeah?

Let's take that to an extreme.

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-Nick-

"They were trained on her lips; we were only inches apart. Transfixed, I found myself letting go of the knife, allowing it to clatter uselessly to the carpeted floor. I leaned in, but just barely.

And then we were kissing.

Passionately."

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