“No, no, no. I don’t want to go. I want to stay.”
He sighed. It was always the same thing; after so many times, he was resigned.
“Time to go Leslie. Don’t be a child.”
“But I’m not done yet.”
A child at the park, holding onto the structure of the swings as their mother tried to pry their fingers open wouldn’t act differently. Defiant and pleading at the same time.
But just like a child and their mother, there was no pleading, no bribing, no tantrum that would move him.
“I’ve got so much to do still.”
He sighed again, trying not to roll his eyes.
That question always stumped them. They thought that maybe he’d give them a chance. And yet, faced with the possibility they couldn’t come up with one good reason why he should.
“My research is sound; it needs some work but if you care to look at it, I am close to making death a thing of the past.”
She flashed him a smile. Shy yet proud and then… She realized the claim she made.
“Well you know…”
“I do. Others before you have hoped to vanquish Death. But it has a purpose in this world. So whatever you might find, Death will circumvent it. It may take some time. But unlike mortals, Death has all the time in the world.”
She looked confused.
“Aren’t you Death?”
“Me? Cute! No, I’m the middleman, a Reaper. But I know better than to try and cheat Death of her chosen. Although… in your case, I think you played a game with her and lost.”
She may have been close to making Death a memory but she shouldn’t have experimented on herself. Her time was up. He extended his hand again. She might yet try to bargain before she relented. He had time: at least until Death decided his time as a Reaper was up. Would he bargain then?
In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Tale Weaver prompt Time’s Up.