Dear Mr. Grim Reaper,
Remember me? Scratch that, I don’t want you to remember me. In fact, forget I ever existed. I mean, not in the dead way, more in the ignoring me way, you know, like most people do.
I saw you on the subway today. You were looming, errrr, sitting a few seats ahead of me on an empty train. You were wearing a black cloak (thankfully no dagger), with a large hood, and I just knew from the way you were sitting that it was you! You didn’t have your scythe with you, but like many people who take the TTC, you were probably in a hurry when you left home, wherever that is.
You didn’t move, you didn’t stir, and you didn’t even seem to breathe. I too held my breath but more out of fear. I held it for a little too long – sorry about the noisy hyperventilating! I’ll never do it again – hyperventilate that is, I’d sincerely like to breathe Mr. Grim Reaper or do you prefer sir?
Please don’t come and collect me like subway fare, well a Presto pass. I have so much to live for, really! Please, I’m not ready to go! Oh, actually, I am, this is my stop. Farewell sir! Good luck in your future endeavours. Hopefully, they don’t include me.
Miss One Life to Live
PS – I took a peek to see if it was an empty black hood or if there were glowing yellow eyes….it was just a guy that was asleep with a little drool on his chin.