This morning is so beautiful, the sun is dazzling in its reddish glow, its hue adding a magnificent allure to waking up today. I normally do not prescribe to rising early—I’m lazy, I know. But I am rousted by the breath of fresh air mingling with the scent of the delicious aroma assaulting my nostrils. My mother is at it again. She’s that good, the best cook in the world.

I think of what to do today, nothing readily comes to mind; this is one of the problems I have with what I am, I have too much time on my hands. I sneak into the kitchen, the wafts of the tantalizing chicken sauce automatically conjures up a river in my mouth. I love Sundays—my mom spoils us silly.

As I scoop some of the sauce to sample, I hear shouts emanating from the street below. My super senses pick up the gloomy aura down below. I know I must investigate. Throwing a shirt over my torso, I jump into a faded jean trouser and take the steps three at a time.

The closer I get to the scene, the more the pallor of death looms. I reach outside and gasp at what happened. It was an accident. I edge closer to a bystander, a woman and inquire about what had occurred.

“An accident,” she answers, sniffing quietly. “A whole family dead. Such a waste.”

While she laments, I notice a dark spectre floating by the roadside. I recognize what it is instantly. “It’s been a while Death,” I say.

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Nice one op, u have a good Saturday and i have no doubt dis will be an interesting story. Keep it coming

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Reminds me of those stories from our childhood. Nice one.

Thank you.

Gabrendo:
Reminds me of those stories from our childhood. Nice one.

Nice one