Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Avatar Author: Bob Liddil I am an author of science fiction, general fiction short stories, poetry, and non-fiction. I have been published in several genres, including fantasy and poetry, as well as non fiction. At one time I published my own c... Read Bio

“Come with me,” Death said gently to the boy. “It’s time to go home to heaven.”

“No,” the boy replied. “I’m not going. You’re a stranger and I am not supposed to go with strangers.”

They couldn’t have been a more odd couple. Death stood more than seven feet tall. He was dressed in a long black robe with a skull visible under the hood and one skeletal hand poking out of a sleeve, gripping a scythe. He wasn’t trying to be sinister, he was simply pressed for time and hadn’t altered his appearance from the previous job.

Timmy stood just under five feet, was dressed in a yellow and black over gray Pirate’s baseball uniform and carried a bat in one hand and a ball in a glove on the other. He wore a stubborn look on his face and reiterated, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Death’s Iphone chimed the funeral march and he answered, “Hello?”

He listened for a moment, then hung up.

“OK, kid, you win.” Death said. “Dispatch says you have 74 more years. Sorry for the mixup.”

Seconds later, Timmy awakened on his own bed.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    oops! timmy grew up to be a cult leader, his near death experience fuel for his stories of resurrection.. :P

  2. Avatar Sir Bic

    Bob, are you saying that: The innocence of youth protects us from Death’s grip? Cause, if you are, you’re spot on brother!

    Stay young, live forever!

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Kind of silly, but a fun little flight of fancy. Death’s iPhone struck me as funny for some especial reason.

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