A young boy frolicked by a spring-time lake. In his exuberance, he accidentally trips over Death’s scythe and falls into the water unconscious. Death pulls the boy out from under as it was before his time. He then etches the true hour of fate in the back of the child’s mind.
Decades later, an old man returns to the site. He finds Death waiting in a gazebo overlooking a winter-time lake before announcing that he’s ready. Death inquires whether he’d live a different life if ignorant of his fate. The man replies no. The reaper grins and wakes him up.
Great idea and story. Nice one.
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I nod my appreciation.
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I really like this one.
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I wasn’t expecting it to be a dream. Good twist.
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I’m not usually a big fan of stories that end when the person wakes up. This one, however, took me by surprise. Kudos 🙂
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The curious bit is whether the boy ever wakes up or is stuck in some waking dream loop 😉
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ooh, nice twist at the end! Super take on the prompt, thank you. I kind of like the Reaper’s sense of humour here.
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Who said the grim reaper couldn’t grin? 🙂
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An interesting short allegory. I like the humorous twist.
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I love the twist. Very nice!
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I read the waking as the man’s death. Death seems to have a cynical sense of humor. 😏
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