Death and Taxes
Crystal L. Kirkham
“Mr. Petrokovich?”
“Who’s asking?” The old man grumbled as he glared through his coke bottle glasses at the dark hooded figure.
“A friend.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Petrokovich waved his hand at the figure. “Go away.”
“I can’t. It’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“Your inevitable end.” The figure swung an item that Petrokovich only recognized as a scythe when it entered his body. He laughed.
Death stared in amazement as the old man became young again. “How?”
“I’ve managed to avoid paying taxes my entire life, do you really think I wouldn’t find a way to avoid death as well?
