33rd Release * Voice

[cry_reaper]

Death. When natural, it is the most natural event that can occur. It is completion, a finale, the last resounding note of the symphony of your life played out. You go back to the universe from which you came.

[There's the snap-hiss of a lighter and the drag of a cigarette.] At least that's how the philosophers put it.

Comments

[coyote_walking]

Sounds nice for the dying person, but not so much for you.

[cry_reaper]

It's what I was born to do. Most of the time I just... try to forget about it.

[coyote_walking]

I don't blame you one bit.

[cry_reaper]

How are you doing?

[coyote_walking]

I'm... hanging in, you know?

[cry_reaper]

Still staying alone?

[coyote_walking]

Just me and the cat. Anthony drops by sometimes, though.

[cry_reaper]

That must be nice. I don't think I know Anthony, though.

[coyote_walking]

He's a nice guy. Mechanic, a little young, but a nice guy.

[cry_reaper]

Little young? How young?

[coyote_walking]

Not sure. Early twenties, maybe?

[cry_reaper]

Sounds like a nice young man.

[coyote_walking]

He is. Plus he brings me chocolate and historical romances to keep me occupied.

[cry_reaper]

Historical romances?

[coyote_walking]

I was a history major. They're one of my weaknesses. I like to read them and make fun of them when they're really bad.

[cry_reaper]

Oh, they're a genre of books.