Sometimes I want to write flash fiction or short stories. Check back often for the latest pieces.
My Job as Death
It was my first day on the job as Death, and I had no idea what to expect.
I stopped by the receptionist’s desk to hand in my completed paperwork, which took me three years to fill out. Not that the job of Death is so coveted that they have extra hoops or anything. That’s just how it is in Hell. There’s stacks of paperwork for any job.
“Here’s your watch, a scythe, and a pager,” Betty said. “There’s a manual in the backpack.”
“A pager?” I said. “You mean what they used in the ‘90s?”
Continued from Something Followed
Angie was tugging at my arm and I finally looked to my left at her.
“Wh-what is it?”
“I saw it, okay? Can we leave now?”
Even in the low light, I could see Angie’s brow creased and her mouth in a deep frown.
“Okay, we’ll go, Angie,” I said.
She opened the door and …
Behind the Mirror
My first mistake was looking behind the mirror. The second mistake? Recording what was behind the mirror.
At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. This year’s winter was colder than usual. When I noticed a draft in my bathroom, I figured it was probably just shoddy insulation or something—