This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!
“She said he would come at Noon.” My eyes reading my watch carefully. “Naturally, his face is in shadows.”
My pulse quickens. My throat seems instantly dry. Nervousness is my condition. I hesitate to even hesitate. My eyes widen as the dark man flows down my alley, ever closer he comes.
“He has no scythe. He isn’t a large man.” My mind picking apart Death in an effort not to believe. “But no discernable face….”
“Fortune tellers.. I am trusting a lady whom spirits discuss the living. Maybe I’m crazy.” Myself turns on me.
I see his gaze upon me. His eyes the midnight sky. He fades into the shadows.
I look again at the watch. His cold hand touches my right shoulder. I struggle to walk. My body on the floor stares up at me. Never a chance to say goodbye.
The man with no discernable face beckons me away.