I’ve been thinking about this subject for a long time now. May develop it into a short story or maybe even longer prose. Not sure.
“What is your relationship with Death?”
His body was mangled, on the pavement. The engine running high, and smoke began to rise. The blood, it seeps into cracks and clumps with dirt and debris. The bones scattered yet contained within a body that is composed of torn up flesh, seared and discarded.
And he wondered, Is this it?
Onlookers cry out, a few take action and acknowledge the motionless body. Phones flash, calls go out. Help, help, help.
Wondering, What is your relationship with Death? Does it register or is it just another event? The quickness of it all, just moments ago he was complete and whole, now he’s just meat and bone.
Go on with the day, mutter the events to co-workers and family, maybe even call your closest friend, “You’ll never guess what I saw today!”
How, horrible, how sad. Did he have family? Children? Anybody?
Wondering, What is your relationship with Death? when witnessing an event that reminds you just how temporary life really is.
Are you afraid?
Do you fear the end?
Or ignore it completely?
What is your relationship with Death?
I’m open to comments and suggestions. Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!