Escort To The Afterlife.

Rocking back in forth, the creaking of wood heard from afar, appeared a man who looked and felt like a pieced together vase, their cracking structures held together with cheap adhesive. A clean, sleek looking desk of oak housed two peculiar items, a six-shot revolver and a black inked-fountain pen.. Could have been hours, even days till he made up his mind, sure enough he had come to an agreement.

The sun peeked into the blinds of a fragile looking brown-haired goddess. Her bones creaked almost as loud as the floorboards as she did her ritual morning stretch. The piping hot cup of joe opened her eyes wide enough for her to notice a piece of paper that rested in front of her front door. She sipped her coffee and read out loud the familiar handwritten document.

To My Earthbound Deity..
Far too long has my heart beat out of time for such a beautiful
yet tragic figure as yourself. The words that once put me to sleep
now keep me awake. Now as I clench this six-chamber passport, I
can do nothing but bid you a fond farewell into this afterlife..Hopefully are next meeting won't be as somber as our first..
Always and Forever...
-William

Walter Phillps Franklin Services. LTD.

Only half awake the brown haired temptress passed the letter off as a mistake and quickly tossed the letter into the trash can, just as the letter slowly dropped into the trash, a sudden thud made her jump, the sound of someone knocking at the door. She vehemently questioned the early morning visitor's identity to no avail. So without hesitation she peeked through the tiny peephole to reveal a man of abnormal stature, so big that she couldn't even get a good look at his face. Dressed in a expensive looking designer suit with the letters W.P.F. carefully stitched into the left pocket. With a quick flash of blinding light her door started to splinter in all different directions, in a manner of seconds the looming figure blasted through the remnants of the door, yet not getting a sliver on his all black suit. His face was kind yet at the same time enigmatic. He smiled and snickered at the woman's terror, and swiftly opened his mouth full of pearly-white teeth and said in a monotone voice, "Did you get my letter?" the woman nodded and the visitor smiled and shook his head in approval. "Oh how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself! Wally Franklin, Afterlife Specialist. He then reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out an all silver hand cannon and shot the girl a quick wink, then six of his friends flew into her tiny figure and came out the other side, trails and trickles of red squirted all over as the man checked his watch and then rang his phone. "Yeah I got her" he said. A grim voice responded "Bring her..I got someone who wanted her to see what she had done to him". "Great." the nicely dressed visitor shouted. "...And to think, another one who we probably wouldn't have seen down here with the rest of us..".


As the towering figure disappeared into the morning sun, a tiny piece of paper fell out of his pocket. It was a receipt, that simply had the words "Forced Escort To Hades, Price:One Soul".

September 09, 2005