As she drifted off, Sarah was greeted by deaths looming presence, and the sound of the eternal clock he bore upon his wrist. He was slender, clad in a black suit, and stood with a welcoming embrace. He sat down at the side of the bed, “It’s good to see you again my dear.” “I’ve missed you,” she said. Death gazed upon the young girl’s face, “How can you miss me?” He inquired. “For I represent the...
