In Warmer Climes

Drawing by Lydia Eykelestam

“Pass us that hat would you?” Death asked, “These midges seem to be making a buffet out of my scalp.” “You sure?” Looking at the hat he was referring to I wondered if it was more than the midges getting to him. Hot countries always left him a bit, well, off. “Just hand it over already.” I shrugged but did as he said. The previous owner didn’t seem to mind too much, but then again he was already halfway across the Otherside and what was left was raw meat about to turn bad. “Five more,” I said. “Then we’re done.” friday-fictioneers


  1. Ha!ha!”Hot countries always left him a bit, well, off”-loved this and “raw meat about to turn bad.”-very funny! Or, maybe I am twisted to think of death as funny 😛 Cool take on the prompt Carol 🙂

  2. I love how you say so much while saying so little!

    And, I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I feel a bit of Beckett (whom I LOVE) in your words. I’ll have to check out some more of your writing and see if it’s a continuing theme…!

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