She was in love with Death himself, and figured that he must have a thing for her to some degree too, because she kept seeing him out of the corner of her eyes.
He was there – tall, dark, and … courteous, when she was bleeding out on the kitchen floor. He was the one who called the ambulance, she remembered the clacking of bleached bone against the slider on the rotary phone she had got as a gag.
He looked at blue things streaming out of her, touched them with his scythe, and said, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
based on an idea shamelessly pilfered from the mind of the author of girlshapedguitar.wordpress.com :)