Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Transition

March 6th 2018 in Microfiction

“I’m giving my notice,” Death said, pushing a piece of parchment across the angel’s desk. “Uh … okay,” the angel replied, surprised, “but … you’re Death. I … um … I’m not entirely sure Death can resign.” “I know that I’ve been here for a long time,” Death said, nodding, “but I haven’t been here for ALL time, so I know it’s possible to move on and give somebody else a chance to contribute.” “Well … um,” the angel responded, “… that … that sounds good. I’ll have to talk to Management about a transition plan – getting someone to fill in or take over.” “Of course,” Death said, satisfied. “So, what’s next?” the angel asked, intrigued. “Vengeance, I think,” Death mused, its mind full of possibilities. “I’m sick of how animals are treated; that’ll be my primary focus – making a difference there.” “Wow,” the angel said, impressed. “Great.” “May I keep the scythe?” Death asked, curious. “Probably not,” the angel answered honestly (resisting the urge to shudder).


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