She was at Bob’s Burger Joint. Cynthia tapped her fingers against the tabletop impatiently. She stopped when she realized how greasy it was. Didn’t they ever clean this place? No she decided from the stains on all the wait staff uniforms and the unspeakable grey accumulating between the floor tiles.
She glanced at her watch. He was late. Heh. Who had ever heard of Death being late to an appointment? She casually looked at the individuals that had collected at the various tables or in the lines at the counter, but she wasn’t sure what he looked like. She wasn’t even sure that he would turn up…Read the rest of the story