Waiting for the Reaper Man

  "Hey, what are you lot doing down there?", the man with the shaggy black hair asked.

           "Shhh! We're dead, mate!"

      "Oh, you're all dead are you? I was under the impression the dead stop speaking upon their deaths", a twinkle of mischief in his voice.

  "Nah, we're dead, ya heard wrong. Now budge off, or we won't have a ride when the Reaper man comes our way." said the boy who seemed to be in charge replied

  The man turned to leave, shaking his head. He made it only a few steps before stopping in place and turning back. "Hey, listen let's say you lot really are dead, do you all have coins for yer fares?"

 "Coins mate? You havin' us on?"

      "Ha-ha" The shaggy haired man laughed heartily, "I would never! I thought it was common knowledge that the Reaper man takes a toll from the passengers he takes. If they don't have the fare, he can't give 'em a lift." He dug in his pockets and flipped two coins to each boy. "Put 'em on yer eyes, he'll take you when he comes your way."

   The boys laying in the dusty ditch caught the coins and obediently put the coins over their closed eyes, but lifted them to watch the mysterious figure walk away and disappear into the rising humidity of the afternoon.

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