A glint of steel
The sound of the riding whip
The smell of death
I opened my eyes.
It had finally come.
Death was knocking on my door.
I get up with a groan and clutched at my aching back while I open the door.
I can still feel my heartbeat when I’m laid down in the coffin.
Make it fast, I whisper.
I don’t want to know when it happens.
Kill me with mercy, I say.
Oh no, came with reply. You’ve been a special person in Life and I’ll make sure you remain special