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It had been suggested to him that he bring his appearance up to date. Get himself a smart suit and trade in his scythe for an Uzi. Yeah right as if that would work. His clients would think the Russian Mafia had come to call. No he had his reputation to think of. The black robes and scythe were his trademark, his identity. There was no way he could change that. Even if he wanted too there was no way he could move on with the times and what was worse he knew that his bosses thought that and were looking into ways of bringing his job up to date. There were even rumours going round that a hologram would do the job quite nicely or maybe in this day of political correctness a woman should be given the role. Bring the softer touch to proceedings, maybe it would bring up the numbers too. Afterall who really wanted to be scared to death and brought down here, wouldn't it be better to have an advertising campaign, maybe a buy one get one free offer, bring a friend with you.Oh yes things were changing and Death was being left out in the cold. Upstairs was no longer happy with the way he brought in the customers either. Ok they had only just discovered his trading practices. He did wonder that it had taken them so long to find that out, after all how did they think people turned up at the pearly gates? Did they think that they heard about the trip at their local travel agents and booked for an extended holiday?
When he had taken this job it had been mis-sold, he was in no doubt about that but unfortunately there was no ombudsman he could go to get compensation. A job for eternity, complete security, company car and a good pension plan. What need did he have for a pension? He was never going to reach retiring age; in fact he didn't age at all. And as for the car, how stupid was that, there weren't any roads down here.As he pondered he had been idly flicking through a holiday brochure, not taking in what he was looking at. The picture of a Sunkist, palm lined beach, meeting the blue sea that gently lapped the shore. Of course that was the answer. He needed a holiday. Some time away from the office. One problem though he didn't know how to have a holiday. What did one do on a holiday? Judging by the pictures in the book, as little as possible. That sounded good to him.
Never one to procrastinate he went straight away. Of course there was no problem with travel, he had free reign to go where he pleased, or where the dying were anyway.Arriving at the tropical island, he immediately fell in love with it. His usual visits to the surface were busy ones. He didn't get the chance to do any sightseeing.
The sea looked inviting so he hitched up his robes and made his way to the waters edge and gingerly put his toes in the water. Nice. Taking a few more steps into the water he looked around taking in his surroundings. He had never realised how beautiful it was up here.
He did briefly wonder where all the people had gone but guessed they must have all had something urgent to do.
After a lovely day on a deserted beach he began to feel in need of a rest and so thought he had better find himself a room for the night.
There was a large hotel at the back of the beach, which he thought, looked nice and he decided to take a room there. It was a grand; five star hotel and looked expensive. Of course that didn't matter to Death, he could magic up any funds he wanted. Afterall he had several millennia of unspent wages to play with. So he decided on a suite, complete with waterbed and Jacuzzi bath.
'Are you feeling alright Sir?' Asked the receptionist as she took in his skeletal, pale features and a nervous look at the scythe in his hand. 'Would you like me to lock away you're er whatever it is for you Sir?' We do not allow weapons in this hotel.
Handing over the scythe he made his way to his room. Flinging himself onto his bed he smiled. That was a first and he found he quite liked it so he did it again.
Standing he made his way to the balcony and looked out across the ocean. Looking down he could see that the population had returned to whatever they were doing now, probably thinking they had been out in the sun too long and had imagined the black robed harbinger of doom.
Death didn't care, for the first time ever he was truly happy. It was a completely new emotion for him and he thought he was going to like it.
Having a great time. Sun sea and siesta. Wish you were here.
Love from Death.
Over the next few days he tried his hand at watersports and mixed in walks along the shore. He even took a trip into town to buy presents to take home.
He thought his boss might like a pair of shorts like he was wearing and he bought sticks of rock with Barbados written through the middle to hand round the office.
He checked out and collected his scythe and vanished back to the underworld.
When he arrived it struck him as strange that nothing had changed although he did have that feeling of relief at being home that we all get upon arrival.
But something had changed. It was his attitude.
'Morning.' He said to a passing colleague.
An astounded look appeared on the others face, Death had never spoken to anyone before and what did he think he looked like in that shirt and shorts.
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