Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 94

John, Death, and Burritos
Death, death was all 94-year-old John Regles could think about, in every
breath he took, every time he closed his eyes, and every inkling of pain he felt.
What John could never fathom is exactly what occurs after death, maybe it was
because he was too fearful that only oblivion awaited him, maybe too preoccupied
with worrying about death, for whatever reason when Death finally took John in
his sleep he could have never imagined what he would encounter.
“Wha, what’s going on, who, who are you, what are you doing in my house!”
John looked perplexed as he stared at a small pudgy Asian woman, with long
brown hair, puffy cheeks, and droopy eyes, wearing a dark robe that extended all
the way to her feet.
“Now, now, calm down friend, oh by the way hope you don’t mind I ate your last
breakfast burrito”
“I’m calling the cops!” John yelled as he fiercely dialed 911 on his phone.
“Wow didn’t know that burrito meant that much to you, I could get you a new one.
Of course you won’t have much use for food now considering that you’re dead.”
“Dead but, but I just closed my eyes for a few minutes!”

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