Some things in life are absolute. Whether it be the love one would have for their children, water as a necessity for every human being, or money to survive.
But Death, Death had always been absolute.
In a quest to search for answers, I came to notice that Death had been conceptualized in many different ways – regardless of culture, the personification of a person passing away can take many forms.
We could imagine souls leaving their bodies and going to heaven, or we can imagine the gates of said heaven. We can imagine a long river into the Afterlife, with a gatekeeper guiding the boat to lead them. Writers talk of purgatory, and the seven circles of hell, while others try to describe paradise: a place the living cannot see, only imagine.
What if, Death was a human being? Or a…thing? An entity that walks this Earth? They come to take people away, according to some sort of higher Will. What if he has a subconscious? What would be their rationale? Mindset? Anything? What if, Death gave you a choice before taking you away.
If death came to take you but gave you the choice to pass it to someone else, who would it be?
As I set the book down on a lovely Sunday morning, I felt a sudden sense of dread crawl under my skin. A single question went through my mind in that moment:
I’d love to hear what you guys think. It would be great to get some feedback, whether or not I should focus on shorter and concise stories, or get into long ones more often. Either way, thank you very much for the kind support. Love you guys!
‘Til then, I’ll be waiting, by the fire.