Guess who’s coming to dinner?
A knock at the door. I get up from the table, a table for one.
"Coming," I call.
Another knock, I don't recall inviting anyone today. Or any day for that matter.
"Yeah, yeah," I say, opening the door. Death's here, his scythe touches the top of my door post. I stand there with my hands on my hips.
"I've come for your soul today, Ethan," He says. I could've sworn that under that shady part of his face he was grinning. I'm not. Before closing the door on him I say:
"Where were you when I called for you?"