The Reaper Diaries

Louise has an unusual job, to say the least.
She's death.
But it's not what you think.

Wouldn't it be awfully lonely to have to go alone?

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5. Adla

 

Adla

Adla was in her late forties, mother of four, from Tanzania, and was pretty damn heartbroken. She didn’t speak to me for a long time. When we got halfway down the path to the beach, she turned to me and said: “This must be awfully lonely on your own.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“God. If my kids had to do it on their own...”

“They won’t. I promise.”

“Will it be you?”

“Hopefully not,” I say. “Hopefully it’ll be someone else’s turn by then.”

“How does that work, then?”

“As I understand it, eventually you get relieved and it’s someone else’s turn. Someone appropriate for the job. Who knows why I got it.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Five years, in earth time. But it passes slower here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We’re at the door, Ada.”

“It’s Adla. And this isn’t my door. It’s yours, darling.”

“How can you tell?”

“I just know things. I’m good with this stuff. Open it.”

“Oh. You. You’re.”

“Don’t worry about me. It’s time to pass it on, sweetie.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

I had always thought of being Death as a burden. But after a while you become used to it. You meet incredible people. You learn things.

“I...”

I’d learned enough.

“Thank you, Adla.”

“Nothing to thank me for. I didn’t ask for it. It just happens.”

“I guess so. But...”

“Just go.”

So I did.

And no, I still can’t tell you what’s on the other side of that door. It’s just the way it goes.

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