I’m not imagining the man in black. He’s wearing a long coat and wide brim hat, entirely too hot for a walk in Death Valley.
When Brian tells me there’s nothing there, at risk of looking crazy, I approach the man that only I can see. His face is hidden in shadow.
“Will you kill me, Mr. Death?”
He shakes his head. “I only deliver souls.”
“Then who?” But before he can answer, I feel Brians fingers around my neck.
The man lifts his hat, and I see the face of my dad.
© Nortina Simmons