The Guild of Counsellors Part 3
Julia sat looking at her 'keep smiling!' poster pinned to her pale peach wall. Last client of the day she thought; then I can go home for a nice soothing bath - no mad men in sight. She looked down at her case notes. They were completely blank. She silently cursed the administration staff for their mistake; her nerves felt tightly stretched as they always did by the end of the day.
There was a knocking at the door that sounded like someone banging on tombstones. She felt a slight chill come into the room; she had the sensation of someone walking on her grave, although she couldn't be sure why.
"Hello Mr...em?" she felt her cheeks go pink in embarrassment. Although the strange did not seem bothered by this in the slightest way. "Please take a seat."
The strange pulled up a comfy chair and awaited the interview.
"I'm sorry but I don't know your name. The office staff must have lost your notes. You haven't been here before?" she tried to focus on him but her eyes watered if she looked to close. She got the impression that he was lean, but she couldn't tell how lean or even what colour his hair.
INDEED, I AM THE GRIM REAPER, TAKER OF SOULS. I AM EVERYWHERE.
"Right..." above her better judgement she found herself believing him; why would the Grim Reaper come to one of her counselling sessions? "What would you like to talk about today?"
WHAT IS THE POINT OF EXSISTANCE?
"Sorry?" said Julia. "You've lost me there."
LIFE. YOU LIVE YOU DIE. IT IS MEANINGLESS IT IS POINTLESS. His voice was not heard, but felt.
Julia decided to take this statement as a metaphor. "How long have you felt this way Mr...em?" Again she realised she did not know his name.
WHEN I THINK OF MORT. I COULD HAVE GIVEN HIM THE UNIVERSE, YOU KNOW. BUT HE WENT OFF, MARRIED MY DAUGHTER, GOT KILLED. POINTLESS.
"Was Mort a special friend of yours?"
HE WAS MY APPRENTICE. HE MESSED AROUND IN FATE THOUGH. SAVED A DEAD PERSON FROM BEING KILLED. UPSET SPACE AND TIME THAT DID.
"Yes...I suppose it did." Julia believed every word, however she couldn't understand why. She squinted again, but still couldn't see him properly. Perhaps I need glassed, or maybe its stress and I'm seeing things like the Bursar.
HIS DAUGHTER MEDDLED AS WELL. HORMONES. HUMANS HAVE TO MANY. MORT FELL FOR SOME PRINCESS. MY DAUGHTER FELL FOR MORT AND SUSAN FELL FOR SOME MUSICIAN.
"Oh" was all Julia could think of to say.
Death pause for a second. The said, MUST BE OFF PLAGUE IN HOWONDALAND. SAME TIME NEXT WEEK? IT'S SO NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE LISTENING TO ME FOR A CHANGE.
"Yes," Julia said weakly, "Next week."
He rose and departed. Funny, she never saw him open the door.
Julia sat looking at her 'keep smiling!' poster pinned to her pale peach wall. Last client of the day she thought; then I can go home for a nice soothing bath - no mad men in sight. She looked down at her case notes. They were completely blank. She silently cursed the administration staff for their mistake; her nerves felt tightly stretched as they always did by the end of the day.
There was a knocking at the door that sounded like someone banging on tombstones. She felt a slight chill come into the room; she had the sensation of someone walking on her grave, although she couldn't be sure why.
"Hello Mr...em?" she felt her cheeks go pink in embarrassment. Although the strange did not seem bothered by this in the slightest way. "Please take a seat."
The strange pulled up a comfy chair and awaited the interview.
"I'm sorry but I don't know your name. The office staff must have lost your notes. You haven't been here before?" she tried to focus on him but her eyes watered if she looked to close. She got the impression that he was lean, but she couldn't tell how lean or even what colour his hair.
INDEED, I AM THE GRIM REAPER, TAKER OF SOULS. I AM EVERYWHERE.
"Right..." above her better judgement she found herself believing him; why would the Grim Reaper come to one of her counselling sessions? "What would you like to talk about today?"
WHAT IS THE POINT OF EXSISTANCE?
"Sorry?" said Julia. "You've lost me there."
LIFE. YOU LIVE YOU DIE. IT IS MEANINGLESS IT IS POINTLESS. His voice was not heard, but felt.
Julia decided to take this statement as a metaphor. "How long have you felt this way Mr...em?" Again she realised she did not know his name.
WHEN I THINK OF MORT. I COULD HAVE GIVEN HIM THE UNIVERSE, YOU KNOW. BUT HE WENT OFF, MARRIED MY DAUGHTER, GOT KILLED. POINTLESS.
"Was Mort a special friend of yours?"
HE WAS MY APPRENTICE. HE MESSED AROUND IN FATE THOUGH. SAVED A DEAD PERSON FROM BEING KILLED. UPSET SPACE AND TIME THAT DID.
"Yes...I suppose it did." Julia believed every word, however she couldn't understand why. She squinted again, but still couldn't see him properly. Perhaps I need glassed, or maybe its stress and I'm seeing things like the Bursar.
HIS DAUGHTER MEDDLED AS WELL. HORMONES. HUMANS HAVE TO MANY. MORT FELL FOR SOME PRINCESS. MY DAUGHTER FELL FOR MORT AND SUSAN FELL FOR SOME MUSICIAN.
"Oh" was all Julia could think of to say.
Death pause for a second. The said, MUST BE OFF PLAGUE IN HOWONDALAND. SAME TIME NEXT WEEK? IT'S SO NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE LISTENING TO ME FOR A CHANGE.
"Yes," Julia said weakly, "Next week."
He rose and departed. Funny, she never saw him open the door.