Death - over

You DON’T KNOW HOW SORRY THIS MAKES ME, he said.

Mort pulled himself on to his elbows.

“I might,” he said.

Death gave him a surprised look for several seconds, and then started to laugh. The sound bounced eerily around the room, ringing off the shelves as Death, still laughing like an earthquake in a graveyard, held Mort’s own glass in front of its owner’s eyes.

Mort tried to focus. He saw the last grain of sand skid down the glossy surface, teeter on the edge and then drop, tumbling in slow motion, towards the bottom. Candlelight flickered off its tiny silica facets as it spun gently downward. It landed soundlessly, throwing up a tiny crater.

The light in Death’s eyes flared until it filled Mort’s vision and the sound of his laughter rattled the universe.

And then Death turned the hourglass over.

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Mort p202