Inspired By The Danse Macabre Writing Prompt: Visiting The Other Room
were standing in a room full of doors.
Each door was shut, each door looked exactly like the door next to it
and all of the doors smelled like wood polish- orange scented wood polish.
” Sometimes it is so hard to choose. ” she said to me.
I waited, as I always do, patiently.
There is no rushing her on days like this.
” One is as good as the other.” I reminded her.
” It’s all so random. I mean. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could say today I am taking doors five, eleven and 64. I could even plan it days in advance. How great would that be? No surprises, no arguments. Just one-two-three and I’m done for the day. I could have all the time in the world to pursue my hobbies, maybe even work on a tan.”
I coughed delicately. ” You have hobbies?”
” Of course. I collect buttons and keys.”
” You know, I never would have guessed that.”
She reached over her head and pulled her hood over her forehead, she took up her scythe and squared her shoulders. Death spun herself around three times- stopped and pointed and she asked ” Am I pointing at a door?”
One of my other two heads replied, ‘ You’re good. See you later.”
” Later Gator, I mean Cerberus. You know I mean all three of your right?”
Death chose her door as randomly as she always did and we set down and watched the doors like we always do and we waited for our friend to return to us.
Like she always does.
He was taking pictures of the fog rolling up from the Sound, it was thick that morning and the Ferry Boats looked like they were floating on gray clouds.
” These shots are going to be so good.”
He was going to be the biggest thing in Instagram today. He could feel it on his bones.
He took a minute to look them over and just as he clicked on the last one, an artery in his brain swelled and then it tore and the last thing he ever saw was that picture of a ferry gliding towards him on a sea of gray mist and the woman in black standing at her bow.
And she was looking right at him.