She swung lazily back and forth, looking up past her feet to the shimmering sun as it worked its way through the many thick branches that had interrupted her trip to the earth. She could see the one in particular that had clipped her head and ended it all.
That branch was a jerk.
But through it all she found herself to be quite serene. Skydiving was not an entirely safe passtime, and she had always known this was a possibility. Everything was accounted for.
And besides, the rush had been worth it.
"Well, that's enough of that I think." She said, looking around for her patient companion.
"After you." Came the low rumbled reply from Death, who was busy enjoying the careful dance of a butterfly that had taken interest in his skeletal hand.
"Hm." Clarice grunted, still trapped by her parachute equipment. She wriggled for a moment more, before clearing her throat to gain Death's attention.
Startled, he shook his skull and looked up at her.
"If you wouldn't mind?" She did her best to indicate the ropes above her.
"Of course, of course." Death replied, apologetically. He swung his enormous scythe in a broad sweeping arc, slicing through the bonds as though they were butter, and she tumbled to the ground more gently than possible. Death helped her to her feet as the ropes fell away.
"Handy." She said, indicating the colossal tool.
"Oh, it has its uses." Death smiled to her, and offered his hand. She took it and they walked out of the forest.
"Any idea where I can get one?" She asked.
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