[ WP ] The day Death died .

A young girl sat on a park bench on a brightly colored autumn day. Though her slightly hunched posture subtly indicated she was a little tired, it was her heavy breathing that gave it away. She was ready for the next step, but she did not know what the next step was. 
 
 She tried to reminisce of her time on this world, but her life stretched beyond time immemorial like a river without a source. The memories that dripped upon her were recent ones of people she recently met. An old man laid still in hospice care with his daughter close to him while holding his hand. A wife in old age smiling as her husband regaled the days of their youth. A young boy sobbing uncontrollably with his mother labored in breathing. These recent memories involved relationships of people. 
 
 In these memories, people suffered from the luxury of beautiful love in an ephemeral environment. She was saddened that these memories are of people she barely knew. She had hoped in her own dying days, there would be someone who would be by her as she slipped to the next adventure. She sat on a bench unnoticed amongst the crowd of a beautiful day. If humanity is an interconnected web of relationships, she stood in the space between the webs longing to be a part of the strand. 
 
 Her became more labored. Her eyes not quite transfixed on any one thing, but she heard the crunching of leaves next to her. A young girl approached her and asked if she was okay. She nodded her head slightly, “ I ’ m just tired. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m a little tired, too, ” the girl said, “ can I sit next to you? ” 
 
 She slightly nodded her head again. All she could do was smile. 

