The Ages of Death

Death as an old woman.

She sags inside her moss-green dress, her winter coat a fossil gray. Faded and tattered. Her hand clutches the cane she doesn’t bother to use, letting it drag behind her as she shuffles up to the ticket kiosk. One fare for the blue line. The cashier makes the transaction, his eyes tracing the heavy lines on her face. Their fingers nuzzle in the exchange. He snatches his hand away.

Just in time for Halloween. I’ve had a story produced by the Canadian podcast Tales to Terrify. My tale is titled “The Ages of Death.”

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