APPOINTMENT IN DAMASCUS

By

Michael Edwin Q.

Janine came running into my room with fear in his eyes and beads of sweat pouring down his face.

“Master, Master, forgive me, but I need your help.”

“What is it, Janine?” I asked.

“I went into the city, into the market place, to do the daily shopping. There I saw the Angel of Death. He looked at me so strangely, I knew something was wrong. In fear I ran away. Please, Master, give me a few coins so I may flee to Damascus and escape the wrath of the Angel of Death.”

I gave him the money, and he fled from our home to Damascus, vowing to return in a few weeks. Swayed by the mystery, I went to the market place to investigate. There I found the Angel of Death. I approached him with reverence.

“Sir,” I said, “my servant, Janine, has fled in fear of you. He spoke of the strange look you gave him. What was the reason?”

Death smiled. “The strange look you say I gave him was one of surprise. I did not expect to see him here this day. For you see, I have an appointment with him tomorrow in Damascus. 

THE END

 

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