The air in the room was thick and damp. It enveloped her like a pall.
At first, Sarah was listless and then she could not move.
Her fear was palpable. No one could understand it. She was so beautiful.
And so full of life.
The doctor puzzled; the priest prayed the rosary; and the shaman quaked.
The anticipation was overwhelming.
And finally, they all understood they were powerless.
The future was inevitable.
A shadowy figure appeared in the room.
With a black cloak and scythe.
He handed them to Sarah and said, “I'm sorry I took so long to make your costume. But it had to be perfect! Tonight, you will personify Death when you go out trick or treating.”
And Sarah’s friends, dressed as a doctor, a priest and a shaman were so relieved, now that they knew that she would be able to join them.
I wrote this for Trifecta Week 46 Writing Challenge where are to write a 33-333 word composition using the word death in the context of a destroyer of life.