Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday: Reaper

Her eyes glinted like rubies as the corner of her blood-red lips curled into a wicked smile. "Death, a man?" She scoffed. The wind whipped her wispy white hair about her delicate shoulders. "No, no." She shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving me. "Do you really think a man would be chosen as the Reaper of Death?"… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Reaper