DEATH HAS NO IMAGINATION
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Priorhouse
When Death comes I may not be there
I like to think I am not the best patron
at the dark restaurant of cholesterol
Death has no imagination, so he will sigh,
and search for me in the wrong places
He’ll hang around a mountain. Perch atop a tall building
He’ll kayak, cave-dive, and hairpin at Le Mans
He’ll merge with bawling boneheads on a bull run
He’ll manifest, scythe inside his cloak, on a really unwise off-piste slope
But I’ll surprise him
I’ll grab his bony hand and whisper,
you found me on the dance floor, Reaperman
Last waltz?
Sugar on the Bee 
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful, meeting Death on her own terms.
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Thank you very much, Iain.
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Wow! Meeting death on a dance floor. Ah! A good way to die 🙂
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Thank you, Piyali, I agree this would be a good way to go 🙂
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Love the take on this one. Reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I could not stop for death”.
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Thank you very much, Jelli, and I will find the Emily Dickinson poem – it’s always a joy when another writer directs me to something. Much appreciated.
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This link has the full poem. It’s not too long… https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/because-i-could-not-stop-death-479
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Jelli, thank you for the poem link, best wishes, Jilly.
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Excellent! I loved the flow of this – I think I will remember it.
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Thank you very much, Sandra.
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Have to agree with all of the above… wonderfully told tale!
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Thank you, Dale 🙂
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Wonderful, Jilly. This is really a poem
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Thank you, Neil. It is a poem but the layout skewed it.
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I enjoyed your different take, it seems death had to wait until called
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Thank you, Michael.
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i guess that’s the best way to go. you find death not the other way around.
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And just make sure you dodge him for as long as possible 🙂
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Love it, Jilly!
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Thank you Sascha.
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Death seems like a cool guy haha. Great take on the prompt!
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I love your description of Death. Thanks a lot, Jacob!
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Dancing with death, that is the thrill of life. Eat, drink, be merry, death comes, let her come. Live life my way.
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Thank you so much, Abhijit.
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Very nice, reminds me of “Death, be not proud” by John Donne, a poem that presents an argument against the power of death.
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I will make sure to read the John Donne poem. Thank you so much.
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Delightfully different! I hope I go with a smile on my face!
Click to read my FriFic tale!
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Absolutely, a smile on your face and your favourite music ringing in your ears. Thank you, Keith, for your kind comments.
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This is beautiful, some lovely really well chosen words. I love the idea of a cat and mouse chase with Death as a final hurrah. Great stuff.
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I thoroughly enjoyed your comments, you really summed up the piece. Thank you so much.
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This is beautiful & powerful. A really excellent job!
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Thank you so much, Lisa.
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Excellent.
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Well, I couldn’t ask for more than that. Thank you so much.
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Your story/poem is terrific, Jilly. You’ve used such a clever device to tell us in detail the sort of life your character has led. It’s brilliant! Kudos!
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Thank you so much, Penny, I am delighted you enjoyed it.
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Dear Jilly,
Hotel of Cholesterol…love that. Some of us dig our graves with our teeth, don’t we? Lovely…wonderful…imaginative…meeting death on the dance floor. I agree with all of the comments and toss my own in the arena. Brava!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Some of us dig our graves with our teeth – brilliant! Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Rochelle.
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I enjoyed your poetic prose and to meet death doing what you love is a wonderful notion. Nicely done! =)
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Thank you so much, Brenda.
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I love the list of places death will look for her while she spends time waiting to approach death on the dance floor. Great take on the prompt.
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Thank you very much, Alicia, for your kind comments.
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What can I say that has not already been said? Lovely take on the prompt
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Thank you so much, Jo, glad you enjoyed it.
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Ahhh … the last dance I hope to have too. As a former dancer, this sounds like the perfect exit.
I concur with all the comments above. It’s an imaginative write with clever vignettes carrying us to the end.
BRAVA …!!!
Isadora 😎
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Thank you very much, Isadora, for your very kind comments. I believe that dance in any form is a sublime art. I have watched elderly people take to the floor and become like teenagers again.
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The endorphins released when exercising or dancing can be a wonderful source of positivity. I used to dance 6 – 7 hours a day and never felt tired or had a negative thought. It should be a part of all of our lives for as long as we can manage to do it. I still cut-a-rug as they used to say way back when. No shame in having a good time too. I always enjoy your takes on the FF prompts.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you so much, Isadora, your comments are very kind and I love to think of you cutting a rug 🙂
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Oh yes… dancing with death can mean really dancing instead of going skydiving.
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Absolutely. Thank you for your comment, Bjorn.
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Ha Ha! I win! Last dance with death and beating him on his own terms. Brilliant poem
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Thank you very much and I am delighted it came across as a poem because I had a struggle with the formatting this time.
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This has a great sense of energy, and of death being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Let’s all keep him guessing.
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Yes, let’s keep him guessing 🙂 Thank you for your kind comments.
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That’s something… Romancing the death. Love the last waltz imagery.
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Thank you, Priya.
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I wonder if he took her up on her offer? I don’t suppose he gets many dance opportunities 🙂
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I’m sure he did – maybe he said come on in, take of your skin and rattle around in your bones (heard Alan Alda say that on MASH and it stuck in my head)
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Somehow, I don’t picture the Grim Reaper as nimble as Fred Astaire. But even a dried up old bag-of-bones should be able to waltz.
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And many of us do 🙂
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Wow, you took my breath away! This is one of the best works I read in Friday Fictioneers over the years.
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You cannot imagine how much that means to me – thank you for your wonderful compliment and be assured it has worked a bit of magic on my mood today, and that was was badly needed. I now go about the rest of the day with your kindest of words, to spur me on.
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Aaaahhhh dancing with death. Perfect!
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Thank you so much, Dawn!
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Haha I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Laurie – glad I made you laugh 🙂
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