“No one is dying!”
Raven waited for a reply, but the figure kept scrolling, and buying, and playing that irritating crush game. They hadn’t moved for days, or perhaps it was decades? Time didn’t really work in their living-room - probably because it didn’t really exist. The packages existed though. There were dozens now, all carefully sliced open with a scythe, and then piled into oddly headstone like shapes.
“No one is dying!” repeated Raven, pecking at the chunky pink headphones stuck to the cowled head. “Nobody! It’s insanity! Get off your phone!”
At last, Death looked up from the screen.
#FLASHFICTION101 April 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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