A Walk with Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story about a queen that dies and his accompanied to the next world by Death.

The King died and then the Queen died, laid beside him. And the official report stating she died of Grief. And then I met her and guided her to the next world. She stared at me with fear and terror in her eyes. Everyone always seems to be afraid of me. I don’t really understand the fear, considering that everyone will eventually meet me at the end. However, perhaps it was that she might have recognized me. I was like an imaginary friend to her, like I am to everyone… a constant companion. I’m there at your beginning, following you through your life, and there at your end. However, I do not take your life, I am merely there to shepherd you to the next phase of existence. Perhaps they fear me for they fear the next plane of existence. Some may be justified in these fears for the horrid deeds that they made in life and will be meet by a fair and just punishment.

We continued on in silence for a long while. The path to the next world is a very long one and does not have many exciting things. It is a journey that I’ve made many times, since taking over from Charon the Ferryman. However, I would be lying if I said that even I hadn’t yarned for something more on this lonely journey. I’ve grown to find it to be quite comfortable with this entirely and steady silence. This cannot be said for the company that I keep on these journeys. I suspect that they may think that there should be screams of terror or the sad, weeping shadows of those that are lost. This would be wrong. However, even that line of thought could come from a place of non-truth… people are not divided amongst any concepts of Heaven or Hell. There is just the Beyond. I look at the Queen, saying, “There’s no need to fear, Grace.”

The Queen just looked at me, her facial expression somewhere between fear and confusion.

“I know everyone’s name.” I pulled out a tattered and torn old piece of parchment from under my black cloak, unraveling it. I held it up to her, pointing to her name.

The Queen just looked at her name.

I re-raveled the parchment, placing it back under my robes. We continued towards a brilliant, bright white light. I stopped and looked at the Queen, pointing at the light. “You go there.”

“Aren’t you coming with me?” asked the Queen, her voice trembling.

“No.” I shook my head. “This is where we part ways.”

The Queen nodded.

I nodded, walking to the side and held out my right arm towards the light.

The Queen took a deep breath, walking towards the light and disappearing into its brilliance.

I lowered my arm, walking away from the light. Other soul pasted to the Beyond and I must go back to the World of the Living, for the next soul.


Submitted: August 10, 2020

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