When I think about my childhood dreams, I never saw this coming. I wanted normal things: grow up , find a partner, and do something I was good at.
Apparently, collecting souls is what I’m good at.
It started roughly 70 years ago, right at the end of The Second World War. I wasn’t going home. I was shot while I was giving medical attention to a fallen brother. It all happened in a blink of an eye. I was struggling to keep the man down as I worked on his leg, then there was a sharp pain in my head, and finally I was standing next to myself.
I did cuss.
Then that man was standing next to me. He cussed too.
The passing of duties to me is all blurry but it also felt like I had always been collecting souls. So, when the clipboard appeared I spoke his number and we turned around and walked into a light.
Time passes differently then how I perceived it when I was alive.
I am also not alone. Humans die at an alarming rate. No matter how time passes, I can not be in two places at once. So, there are a lot of us. You might say, there’s a team. We all wear the same get-up – keeps it easy and the stories clean. We don’t have to use props, but it’s encouraged. I tried the scythe for a while but I had a knack of knocking things over with it.
It never stops and I am not sure if this is a forever-gig. At first, I worried, but after being with so many after their deaths, I want to keep going.
I listen a lot and talk only a little. Hold them. Whatever is needed.
Hi, I’m Death, and I am here to collect your soul.
About the author, Selena Taylor
Selena Taylor is a wife, a mother, and a woman who strives to tell the many stories that occupy her mind. She is active in the Rhett & Link fandom and appreciates dark humor. She and her family live in Illinois, where she takes every opportunity to lose herself under the stars and let her imagination run wild. For more from Selena, check her out on Facebook.