Peter looked took the gold watch out of his waistcoat pocket. He was beginning to worry, it was so unlike his visitor to be this late. He scanned the dark waters one more time and suddenly there it was, silently gliding out of the surrounding mist, the boat he had been waiting for.
“You’re late my friend,” he said, as the boat drew up alongside him, “No problems I hope?”
The hooded reaper looked across at Peter and whispered, “Some people still waste time trying to delay my coming. Here are today’s quota of souls, process them as you will.”
Day 14 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).