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Death smiled. It was the sort of smile, which although well intended looked like the grin of an angry bulldog about to eat an unwary postman.

“Hello”, said Death charmingly as he could.

Emily froze before the high-pitched scream belted out her mouth.

Death winched, she sounded just like Mable, the banshee Death had once dated until she got the hump with Death wearing his Gucci ear mufflers all the time.

This was the problem with human women marked Death, they got so excited they died on the spot. Maybe the Troll outfit wasn’t such a good idea after all.

I am often eyed by women as someone worth having. Why I am never quite sure. Sometimes it is like being headhunted. You can't go out for a meal or a drink even as friends without the net and nails appearing at the dinner table.
However, I am a hard man to nail down, I like to know the depth of the pool and what lurks in the dark corners and even then thats no guarantee.

Silver Bullets

It arrives on a platter,
offered like an invitation to a private dinner dance.
The bell stands expectantly,
sure footed as old ladies on the subject of any man.