One Cannot Find Without Loss, Death Said
I sat uncomfortably in the diner booth, springs from the bench clawing at my glutes. Death sat across from me, staring. “What are you looking at,” I asked defiantly. I knew why Death looked at me that way. But when confronting Death, you've got to put on a strong face. It’s like when you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with a bear. You don’t want to show your fear. Death just continued the “stare”. If you have never had Death stare at you, you’re lucky. The glare coming from the... Sign in to see full entry.