Writing Prompt #203 “Letters to Death”

I’ve always loved to write letters. This one is perhaps a little different.


Tomb of Wayfaring Souls

Dear Death,
I hope you don’t mind as I realise you’re busy and all, but I was wondering if you ever take time off?
I saw a film once where you took a holiday, fell in love, and learned a little bit about us as people rather than a note on your calendar for disposal.
Some people say you are Mr Nasty, but I don’t think you’re related to that guy on the TV talent show at all. Besides, sometimes you come and collect people when they’re asleep and that’s not nasty at all, so I think you’re just misunderstood.

I mean, if it wasn’t for you, the world would be too full of people and we wouldn’t have any space to move or put everyone. I saw a TV sci-fi programme about that too, so the Planet’s Leaders took Captain Kirk’s blood to infect people and let them die in due course.

I don’t think I’d like your job.
How do you get paid? Is there a currency called Souls?
Do people chat to you on the way to Forever? Is it up to you which turn they take, or do you drop them off in Heaven or Hell like a taxi service?
How do you know when to collect? Do you have a diary reminder like e-mail that pops up with your list of the day?
Do you always run to time, or have you been known to miss someone because you were running late?

That’s why I’m writing.
I’d like you to miss someone. If it’s possible of course, and you won’t get into trouble.
It’s my Mom.
She’s only young and has been taken into hospital for a big operation. Dad says she’s very ill and might die.
I don’t want my Mom to die, Death. At least not yet.
I hear my Dad crying at night. He’s not sleeping well, and trying so hard not to let me and my little brother know how unhappy he is.

It’s only my Mom and Dad, Timmy and me.
Could you forget to collect my Mom for say, another hundred years?
Being so busy with all the other people you have to gather together, do you think you could simply ‘miss’ my Mom?

Yours respectfully,

Jamie (aged 9½).




About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Writing Prompt #203 “Letters to Death”

  1. micketalbot says:

    That ended in a tear jerker 😦 😉

  2. scifihammy says:

    Aw this is so poignant.

  3. Definitely a tear-jerker there at the end. You really held character and the letter was precious

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