“Why are you here?”

“You called me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Yes… you did.  You called to me in your prayers, in your silence.  You called to me for months in your sleep, in your actions.  You called me.”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

“I’m sorry, that’s not an option.”

“What do you mean?  That’s not an option.  Of course it is!  Everything has an option… everything.  Doesn’t it?”

“Most things… yes.  Unfortunately… there is no option here.  You called me… and now… I am here.”

She turned her head away, gazing distractedly at the barren winter trees outside the frosted glass window.  “Yes, it’s true, I did call for you.  I prayed and begged for a solution.  But… not this…not against me.”

“It’s nothing AGAINST you, you are looking at it all wrong.  This is FOR you.  You called for me.”

“I told you… I’ve changed my mind.”

“It’s too late for that.  I am already here.”

“No.”

“If it makes you feel better, I can tell you the words ‘I am sorry’, but I won’t mean them.  I am here, because you called for me.  And now, we must go.”

“Please… I’ve changed my mind.”

“You forgot to remember the platinum rule, my sweets.”

“What rule?”

“The one you’ve been telling people all your life.”

She looked at the entity with dull eyes, the dawn of understanding slowly sweeping across her decrepit sallow features.   A tear escaped and glistened on her ancient sparse lashes as she remembered softly, “Be careful what you wish for.”

“Yes, that’s the one.”  Death took her hand.

She surrendered her parchment paper limb to his touch and watched as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.  Then turning it over, he kissed her palm and nuzzled her wrist with his skeletal nose.

Death’s skin was surprisingly warm.  Or was it that she was already that cold?

Tears flowed freely, streaking her hollow cheeks as Death whispered up her forearm enveloping both their bodies, yet only touching one… only touching her.

The flick of his tongue on her shoulder drew a gasp from her parched throat and her chest heaved in grateful contentment.  “Yes, yes… I do want you.  I didn’t change my mind… this is what I want.”

“I know… it’s why I am here, I already told you that.  Now… relax… allow me entrance.  Feel my pleasures.  Accept my gifts.  Let me take you where you want to go.”

Death moved its hands across her frail body.  Her ancient shriveled nipples perked unexpectedly against its touch.

She gasped again.  “Please, don’t stop.  Take me with you.”

Death held her breasts tenderly, lovingly,  a slight pink blush running currents just below the surface of her bleached skin.  He cupped the sagging flesh that was once so full and round and paid homage to the memory with a bow of his head and a smile of knowledge.  She returned the compliment with a sigh, closing her eyes and allowing the pleasure of his touch to wrap her mind in bliss.

“You are beautiful… yes,” Death hummed in her ear.  “Beautiful.”

She relaxed into Deaths grip as he hugged her close, her breath a mere shadow of its former self.  Weakness overcame her every move.  But, she no longer wanted to move… no longer needed to.  She was satisfied to lay there and just …  be.

Warmth suffused her body as Death continued his caress.  He moved silently towards her center and sparks of hope and yearning glittered her thoughts as its touch blanketed her.  She felt burning desires that she hadn’t felt in years and she raised her hips against Deaths possession of her core.

“Oh.. yes!” she cried out as an abrupt overwhelming surge of ecstasy coursed her veins and curled the corners of her mouth.  “Thank you.”

And even though no mortal heard her; for her lips had sealed in sleep hours before, Death saw her smile and witnessed her euphoria.  She was at home now, at Peace … and it pleased Deaths Soul to have brought her such pleasure in her final moments of Life.

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Beautiful Transition

1 ounce Vodka

1 ounce Peach Schnapps

Grenadine

Add ice, vodka and peach schnapps to a cocktail mixer. Stir.  Strain into a chilled shot glass.  Top with 2 or 3 drops grenadine.  Toast to Life and throw back with gusto.

Enjoy!

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