“Right,” said Death adjusted his new hat as we stepped out of the clothes shop, fresh soul in hand. “Hand me the list!”
Scowling at him and the crowds pressing towards us I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the water-stained parchment crumpled against the lining.
“Ah, wonderful,” said Death, taking it between thumb and forefinger. “It survived your dip in the Thames then?”
“And the Ganges,” I shrugged. “You should really stop dropping us in rivers.”
“What can I say,” shrugged Death, uncurling the list as he spoke. “Teleporting has it- Ange? Why does this say eggs, milk and cup-o-soup?”
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Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Dear Carol,
I love the premise of your story. The first sentence throws me down the stairs a ball. Needs editing. The rest is good and humorous. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Thank you, I’ll give the first sentence another look.
Dear Carol,
Oops. Wrong list. Loved the dark humor in this .
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle.
Into the Thames, into the Ganges, then into the supermarket. Funny story. I like your concept, and your dialogue. Cleverly done.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.
Carol, Hilarious. 😀 Death better double check next time. No more souls for now. Well written and creative. 🙂 — Susan
Thank you Suzanne.