by Mercedes Yardley

"Sorry, I just don't find you attractive, no hard feelings," she said, and smiled insincerely at her date's stunned face. She turned away and glared at Cupid, jabbing him once - twice - in the side. "Thanks for nothing," she hissed. He shrugged, then popped another Valium. "You said you wanted a slim guy with lots of power, and Death certainly fits that bill. And now I see that you ticked him off."


Mercedes Yardley roomed with Death in college, and he's constantly asking to borrow twenty bucks.


Anonymous said...

Well I think you wrapped that one up nicley.

Jeanette Cheezum

Me said...

nicely done.

Joe said...

A concise six, well done.

Anonymous said...

Great piece.
The bio makes it perfect.

Kevin Michaels said...

Good concise six. Well done!

Anonymous said...

This cracked me up. Very good!