May We Shed These Human Bodies

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When Death came and started it all, the people on Earth had already drawn close together to wait for spring. The trees were bare, but expectant, and the pale yellow light was starting to filter though the shades slantwise, a little later every day. The people were feeling luxurious. They were knees between elbows, chins tilted upward like cats in the sun. The new warmth danced on their spines and fingers and made them feel all tingly, and they were almost silent with the happiness of it all.

Everything was perfect, thought the people. Everything was good.

Then Death walked in and totally ruined the mood. He stood tall and elegant and kind of preppy in a crisp white button-down and chinos. He cleared his throat, and the people waited. Finally, he pointed at one of the people and said, Come with me.

There was an awkward silence. The people sat still, unmoving. No, really, said Death, after a minute or so. I haven’t got all day. Let's go.

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