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#35 Mr. Death

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Joe looked at Death. 

Death looked back at Joe. “You’re early.”

Joe stood there a few more moments trying to take in the vision before him. He’d never seen death before but he always a preconceived vision of death in his mind: a tall skeletal figure in a black robe carrying a sickle. The creature or person in front of him was dressed like Michael Jackson and had a normal looking face topped by blond hair. He also was sans sickle.

“You’re Death?”

“The one and only. But I’m not expecting you for another…almost gave away your deathday.”

#31 See

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“See I remembered.”

Joe looked down at the thing in his hand. He turned it over. “What is it?”

“I’m hurt darling. You’ve been asking for one for years now.”

“Louise, you have got to be kidding. This is not the car I wanted. It is a hard glob of…well I don’t know what.”

“No, not the car. It is the dog you asked for.”

“The dog …this is no dog. Having you been hitting the wine already?”

“No silly. Here let me see it.”

He handed her the object. She closed her eyes. Suddenly a dog appeared.

#30 I Didn’t Steal It

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“I didn’t steal it. It crawled into my pocket at the store.”

They both looked down at the creature.

“What is it Stan.”

“I don’t know Louise. It looks like some kind of big tadpole.”

The creature squirmed in his hand as it shed its skin. It grew to twice its previous size. 

“Stan, kill the thing.”

“I can’t kill it. I don’t even know what it is.”

“All the reason to kill it.”

“No…” The creature shed it’s skin again. Now it was too big for his hand. He dropped it to the ground. The creature crawled away.

#29 The Hat

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“Dude, what’s on your head?”

“It’s a hat…what’s it look like?”

“Well…if you must know the sorting hat from Harry Potter. Take it off before someone sees you.”

“I can’t…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you hear me…it won’t come off. I woke up this morning and I was wearing the hat. I tried to pull it off…well… it’s stuck there.”

“Hold on babe. Let me see if I can pull it off.” She walked over and pulled on the hat. “It won’t come off…why?”

“Gloria, if I knew. I’d take it off.”

#28 I Was Dead

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“You know I didn’t have this much trouble when I was dead. I was peaceful laying in my coffin. Then you came along.”

“The world needs you….”

“What couldn’t another so called super hero handle your little emergency.”

“There aren’t around with your talents.

“Max, I told you when I died tThe last time I wanted out. The world does’nt respect superheroes any more. We’re no longer the one to be emulated. We’re the ones they spit on, throw things at…”

“C’mon Zephyr, I know all that but the world still needs you.”

“This is the last time.”

“Sure…”

#27 The Dryer

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“Why are you telling me you ripped a hole to another dimension through your washing machine? You been hitting the wine again?”

“For the record HONEY, I said the dryer.”

“That’s not the point here…”

He hand flipped up. “Follow me.”

He followed his wife into the laundry room. “Why is the dryer drawing glowing?”

She scowled. “Have you not been listening?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.”

She walked over the dryer and opened the dryer door. “Okay, have a look.”

He walked over, looked inside, pulled his head back. Shut the door. Something crashed into the door.

#26 The Dragon

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“What’s that THING in your backpack?”

“It’s my new pet dragon.”

“But dragon’s aren’t real. They’re the things of fantasy stories.

“Then why is there one in my backpack?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?

“Well to keep the story short. I found a big egg in a cave. I took it home and hid it under some blankets. The next day…a baby dragon.”

“You can’t keep it.”

“I don’t see why not…”

“Well for one thing. There is the big angry dragon standing behind you with a mean look.”

He turned to look.

“Oh crap!”