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Summer Death
27 November 2006 11:57Death dashed through the field. He wore his trademark cloak only when it was cold. In winter, Death’s bones turned bright white. In the summer, Death was the dark black of burnt toast and he runs free and naked. It was summer then. He ran through the tall grass. He left streaks of dark black gunpowder on the leaves of the waving reeds.
He was a raven-black skeleton with white Christmas lights for eyes. Ashes shuffled off of his outstretched limbs as he reached up for the kite.
He followed the snake through the grass over to the children flying the kite in the meadow. He was there when the small child in the bright green t-shirt was bitten on the ankle and died.
Death magicked the kite to duplicate over into the afterlife as well so the child could still play. The two of them sat and laughed for a while making the kite dip and weave in the hot summer sun before the child had reached his life limit and had to leave.
Death had rushed the snake towards the child to reap him early and get a few minutes of playtime with him and the kite. It was such a wonderful day, after all.
The soul portal funnel opened, dazzling the boy. Death ruffled the boy’s hair with his dusty black finger bones and left charcoal smears on the boy’s flawless young skin. He sent the boy smiling up the white tunnel to the sky. The boy passed his kite on the way up. In no time at all, they had switched places and it looked like the kite was flying the boy.
They grew transparent and fuzzy and left the physical plane.
Death sighed a happy sigh and dashed off laughing towards the playground nearby.
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He was a raven-black skeleton with white Christmas lights for eyes. Ashes shuffled off of his outstretched limbs as he reached up for the kite.
He followed the snake through the grass over to the children flying the kite in the meadow. He was there when the small child in the bright green t-shirt was bitten on the ankle and died.
Death magicked the kite to duplicate over into the afterlife as well so the child could still play. The two of them sat and laughed for a while making the kite dip and weave in the hot summer sun before the child had reached his life limit and had to leave.
Death had rushed the snake towards the child to reap him early and get a few minutes of playtime with him and the kite. It was such a wonderful day, after all.
The soul portal funnel opened, dazzling the boy. Death ruffled the boy’s hair with his dusty black finger bones and left charcoal smears on the boy’s flawless young skin. He sent the boy smiling up the white tunnel to the sky. The boy passed his kite on the way up. In no time at all, they had switched places and it looked like the kite was flying the boy.
They grew transparent and fuzzy and left the physical plane.
Death sighed a happy sigh and dashed off laughing towards the playground nearby.
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