Prompt: The Grim Reaper was...smaller than I expected.
As I laid there on the ground, my life flashed before my eyes. I had never expected to die this way. I had always hated helping others. Why had I chosen to save someone? No one had ever tried to save me.
I let out a light laugh which caused pain to ripple through my chest. I started to cough and the woman beside me continued to offer words of encouragement.
“Just stay calm, young man,” she whispered quietly. “The paramedics are on their way. You’ll be just fine.”
I wanted to tell her to get lost. The rest of the crowd was already gone. She had only stayed by my side because I saved her boy from being squished by the truck. The boy was ushered off into the house by his older sister to keep him from seeing all the blood pouring from my body. It was a wonder that I was even alive. I should have died minutes ago. I spent the time ignoring the women and wondering what it felt like to die.
Would there be a white light? Would death come to great me like an old friend? Would I just die and leave this world as if I never existed?
I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a brief moment. That’s when I heard the woman begin to panic. She frantically started shouting at me to stay awake. I groaned softly and opened my eyes with a frown. I was ready to go. I wanted to die already.
When I opened my eyes, I saw something strange. A tiny, cloaked figure stood beside the woman. My eyes narrowed in confusion. That had not been there before. The figure’s coat was as dark as the night sky. His body seemed to be as white as snow. He held a scythe in one hand and a list in the other.
“Mason Greay,” his voice was high-pitched. “You are the four-hundredth person on my list today.”
I snickered at the sound of his voice. It was fitting for his stature. He had to of been only a foot tall. I wanted to ask him who he was, but he answered that for me.
“I am a Reaper. I’ve been sent to collect you at the event of your death,” the high-pitched sound returned as he spoke.
I could not help but snicker again despite the agonizing pain in my body. This was the Grim Reaper. The man who was supposed to be feared. The one that every human dreads meeting. This pipsqueak was the one to collect my soul. I guess I spent too much time being amused by the reaper because I soon felt my vision begin to fade. I heard the ambulance’s sirens pull up as I slipped out of this world.
I sighed to myself as I held my list in my small hands. I had already collected half the names and I had several hundred more to collect before my day would be over. I groaned inwardly as I saw my reflection in a puddle. Yup, that Grim Reaper was nothing like what I expected, but all Grim Reapers look like that. Even know that I was one, it still baffled me that we were all doomed to be short for the rest of eternity.