The day I met death was so ordinary, I could never have guessed the turn it would take. I was just a young girl doing something silly with her friends. At least that’s how it started. A girlfriend of mine insisted that we all go to the new psychic she had found. She swore that this psychic was never wrong when she read her future. So, off we all went to the psychics store.
Everything was going smoothly and we giggled as the cards showed promise of lovers, fortune and fame. Until she read my tarot and put down the card everyone dreads. We all gasped in horror, our smiles quickly fading. The psychic even seemed concerned and quickly ushered us out of her store. Locking the door as soon as we left.
We parted ways and I walked home. That’s when I first got a glimpse of him. Death, Grim Reaper, La Muerte, Psychopomp. Call him whatever you like, but there’s only one like him and he has but one job. So, I quickly ran into my house and locked the door behind me. I knew that wouldn’t stop him for very long but it would give me enough time to execute my plan.
You see, my grandmother had been a gypsy and told me all kinds of stories about the spirit world. One of them had always fascinated me. It was a story about a man that lived to be two hundred because he was able to capture death and make a deal with him. The method was simple, pour a circle of salt all around death and he wouldn’t be able to move past that circle.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of salt and quickly poured it onto the floor. Then, I sat in the living room and waited. In the moonlit room, I saw a shadow approach me. I sat there, completely still till he was close enough for me to capture. Stuck in the circle, the Grim Reaper yelled and shouted. Quickly, I used my grandmothers iron chains to lock him in place, knowing that the touch of death was now powerless thanks to the salt.
Eventually, we struck a deal and went our own way. Many years later, as my children and grandchildren surrounded me on my hundredth birthday, I saw death once more. This time, I didn’t fight him or try to stop him. Instead, we walked side by side as he took me to my next destination.
About “The Day I Met Death”:
This short story was a response to Kevin’s NTT post for the week. I love his NTT prompt images. Do check out his blog for more.
This story was more of a fun write than anything else. I know it has lots of plot holes but I don’t care. I just wanted to sharpen the old writing knife (pen?) because I haven’t felt inspired to write a short story in quite a while. But when I saw these two images, I knew they would work well together to create an interesting story.
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