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"—and I suppose you will probably go there through the portal in your backyard." Death set the paper down on the desk and picked up the pen. "Ah, yes. If I draw the gate right here, then I have participated in map making, too!"
"Wait, what?" Mike leaned forward in his chair as Death drew an arched gateway with iron bars. "Death, that's just the gate in the backyard, it doesn't go anywhere."
"You are wrong, Mike Radley. I may not be knowledgeable in many things, but I certainly recognize a portal to the Underworld when I see it." He drew a cartoon skull over the bars. "I assumed you knew this already, which is why I said getting there was easy. If not for that gate, I would have called your task impossible."
Stunned, Mike sat with his mouth open. Could Death be right? Was the unassuming gate in the backyard really the answer to his problems?
"It is very rude to stare, Mike Radley." When Death scowled, the temperature in the room dropped dangerously and the twin fireballs in his sockets went from blue to red.
"I'm not staring, I'm...is this a joke? You're absolutely serious, the gate in the backyard is a portal?"
"Mike Radley, if there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm always dead serious." Death picked up his tea and sipped it with a smug grin. "Now that is a proper joke."
I hope you all really liked that scene, because it was one of the more difficult scenes to write. Sofia scenes require a certain amount of respect in their approach, and I appreciate any good feedback you can offer me (for next time).
Thanks to all my beta readers for helping me through this chapter, I am gearing up to start writing the next one in the days ahead. I'm hoping the world calms down a bit in the near future, but my good buddy Death assures me that his sibling is quite the cunt and finds the whole thing very amusing.
As always, don't forget to rate, review or comment. I love reading them, especially when the struggle is real. I appreciate the Lit community and all that it has done for me and would like to reiterate that, at some point, the story of Mike Radley will come to an end.
And when it does, that chapter and all those in between will see these pages.
Take care of yourselves, be kind to each other, and wash your damn hands. Annabelle out.
- COMMENTS
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