Wendy

I saw him again yesterday. Like all other days. Except, this time, I had the sense he was smiling. He didn't come toward me; he didn't reach for my soul. That scared me more than the other times, when he had beckoned me.

I think I knew this was my last day.

When they shoved me under, there was instant cold. Colder than cold. And there he was. I felt the smile, and it made me colder. I lay at the bottom of the pool, and waited for forty minutes. Ten more minutes than usual. That's when he came forward and motioned for me to open my mouth. I opened it. After that, I couldn't move. I saw his hand reach down, and then pull out a dim, wispy looking ribbon. That's the last thing I saw before the cold went away, and the quiet changed to laughter and squeals of delight. I followed Death, who was carrying the ribbon as though it was a kitten. As we walked toward a light, he turned to me. Displaying the ribbon, he let it drop. It was sucked up suddenly, and I watched it go. Death walked away. And then I felt warm and happy, and decided to go toward the sound of the laughter.