I turned up a little earlier than I should just so that I could briefly let my hair down. I love parties, it’s a shame that I’m never invited. The eternal gate crasher.
Luckily I managed to finish my drink before she fell. Substances, stairs and stilettos are never a good mix.
This was written for Sacha Black‘s writespiration challenge, to write no more or no less than 52 words with the prompt given. This week’s prompt was…
Your story from the point of view of Death personified.