Stray Thoughts

Once I was dead, it was curiously easy to accept it. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. Death extended a bony finger, pointing at a tall tower in the distance. "What is that?" "Your unread books. Unwatched films. Unplayed games. Etcetera." "Oh. How much time do I have?" "All." #MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories