A Small Story for Friday the 13th

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A small story for Friday the 13th and the full moon… (I made the picture to set the mood):

He didn’t relish the role foisted upon him. He didn’t shy away from it, either. His only concern was that each deserving soul met its end at dusk. Whether guilt or innocence played a role in each participant’s demise failed to register for him. Life hadn’t altered its casual disdain for the perceived importance each player brought to his or her small part in the universe. His tired muscles could feel the pull exerted by the thirst for endings, anticipating a busy nightfall. From off in the distance, he could hear the amassing footsteps of those unaware of the unfolding promise of the night. Each of them expected a demon or the angel of death; none expected a fatigued man with a full face of worry lines and eyes burning with purpose. He’d greet them all, while pushing them onward toward the great ‘next.’

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