Who could she possibly be?
Republished from 2025
Early evening would often find me sitting by Beckenham village green after a walk. It was here that I first saw her. I thought she looked familiar but couldn’t be sure. Once, I went to speak to her, but she was gone before I got close enough.
Today, at sunset, I find her standing beside me, the village deserted.
"You still can't make out who I am, can you?" she asks.
"Well, no, but... Oh..."
"What? Were you expecting an evil-looking, becloaked figure with a death's head, carrying a huge scythe?" Come... come with me now. Your time is up."
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About the Creator
Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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