A Visit From an Old Friend


A five-line story

Photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash

Death approached me and took a seat beside me. He sipped on his coffee before finally saying a word.

“Live,” he said.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” I asked.

“Only when I visit,” he replied. “No one ever really lives unless I visit.”



Akina Marie Chargualaf

Human who likes to write about human things: mindfulness, connections, and five-line stories. http://www.akinamarie.com