The Dark PassengerA Chapter by Robert Francis CallaciA little bit of deathThe
Dark Passenger
As
I was on the bus to nowhere going to who knows where, I took notice of a
passenger in the back of the bus. He was covered from head to toe in a cowl and
a long flowing robe. A large scythe lay on the seat beside him. It took me a
moment before I realized that Death was just a short distance away. With a wave
of His skeletal hands, He invited me to the back of the bus for a chat. With a
slight bit of trepidation, I walked down the aisle to the back of the bus and
sat beside Death.
With
those dead eyes and a sloppy grin he said, “Don’t worry my friend I’m not here
for you, it’s not yet your time. I, like you, was banished from the great city
of Cransfordalane by the powerful Sorceress and Psychic, Jesilina Josephina Melodious.
She has decided to put the City in the State off Stasis. By stopping forward
movement and entropy the City Prompts will be neither nowhere in the stuff of
nothingness or somewhere in the present or future, but locked only in the
past..
I
nodded sadly and said, “What are we to do”
Death
smiled and said, ‘Wait, our job is to wait until her mood changes: that’s all
we can do.”
“What
if it doesn’t change?”
“Then
you and I will be on this bus to nowhere forever” said death with a very
deathlike laugh…
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StatsAuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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