The Grim Reaper isn’t a man. In fact, she’s quite becoming.
Naturally, no one dares to get into her skirt, but this doesn’t matter to her. The thrusts and twists of human courtship hold no interest. She has other concerns. Keeping her list of names updated. Restocking her biros. Ensuring her blade stays keen and shiny.
Nowhere does the ‘cut of her jib’ factor in.
Still, even the Reaper can possess a mortal weakness. Yes, even she can nurse a fondness for white, lace stockings. But she refuses to wear them due to her messy job.
Stockings rather become her.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
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These 100 word skittles that you have written are so AMAZING!
i am totally bowled by their humour….
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Thank you so much! We love the challenge of writing them!
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I also read the two skittles in reverse order. I liked it that way, more mystery and then the prequel.
Does she know Mr. Black? It’s just lunch, maybe?
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Hm. Maybe it’s a dinner date. I don’t know. But I’ve got a feeling she doesn’t even care who he is. But that’s just my take. Thanks heaps for visiting, Von!
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