The man strolled down the sidewalk. His face pointed to his cell phone. Oh, the mistake he had made. He brushed shoulders with the tall, gaunt shadow of a man. The passing grim with his pointed nose frowned at the parasites in his way. Death brushed his slender, bony fingers down his shoulder. The man glanced up in wonder - why was he dying?
The doctor walked in. She smiled at man. "You're healthy! Do you work out?" She batted her eyelids at him, however the man merely gestured for her to continue. He was impatient. He had work to get done. His fingers tapped a tune on the bench. Her smile slipped from her face. "Well then," she cleared her throat. "You can get dress and pay at the front desk." He jumped down and pushed her out the door.
His heart stuttered to a stop, fighting a worthless battle.
Death grinned at him and sauntered into the cloud of humans.