Death made faces outside my window. That’s not a problem. I’ve been waiting for her. If you’re wondering why I think of death as a woman, I can tell you. There are two genders of death in the universe. When she’s looking for a living being, she’s the opposite gender.
Sitting with me at the coffee table, death asked me, ”Why are you so happy to see me?”
I answered that I wanted to wake up from this dream people call life. Then, when you’re in contact with a human after me, tell those English people to devise a singular third-person neuter pronoun. They sound out of their minds when they say ’they are here,’ even though only one person is in the corridor.
”Is there anything else you wanted” smiled Fortuna.
”No, I don’t know if the afterlife exists, but I talked about a singular third-person neuter pronoun because it would be hell if I heard that they are here and I saw only one person in front of my eyes.
Then she left without killing me. I was so surprised that I said out loud: ”They went out neglecting their duties.
”All right, all right, she came back. ”I am not they. That’s a really annoying invention. I promise to speak about it with the angel of Life.”
© Yelling Rosa
2025-01-20
