A Walk In The Park

Cale never really thought about death. He believed that he would live to a ripe old age, and then one day he would never wake up. Painless, that's how it was supposed to be.

There was a park near where he lived, called Kirwan Acres, named after some guy who had done some thing. Cale had never really bothered to pay attention to those particular facts. He didn't go to the park for history lessons. He went to relax, because with all the green around him, nothing in the world could touch him. He went to the park to get away from the skyscrapers, the endless lines of cars, the endless stream of people, the ever ongoing construction. He went because there were times when he couldn't hear his own thoughts over the sirens and the horns.

It only took one night for his small haven to change forever. And he could clearly remember how it had happened.

He sat on the bench he almost always sat on, not paying much attention to what was going on around him until something caught his focus. A couple he recognized on sight passed. He'd always seen them together, holding hands, kissing even. He never would have expected to see from this man and this woman what he saw then. The woman ran past him screaming, and gun shot followed her. Cale looked to where the shots had come from and sure enough there was her boyfriend, fiancée, husband, holding the gun. He screamed something after the woman, and the only words that were coherent enough for Cale to catch were "bitch," "kill," and "fucking affair." Then the man fired off the rest of his shots randomly.

Cale felt the impact, but never felt the pain.

The woman got away and the man stomped off in the other direction like a sullen child, leaving Cale the only one still in that part of Kirwan Acres.

Cale sat in his silence, staring off into space, and was startled when he heard another voice. He looked up in confusion.

The man standing there was far too pale to be healthy, was Cale's first thought. The second was that his black hair and dark eyes only made him look paler. The man offered him a hand.

"We should go."

Cale blinked, and took the hand, standing.

"Where're we going? For a walk around the park?" The question earned him an odd look.

"Don't you know?"

Cale nodded and smiled faintly. "I know. I want to hear it from you though."

The man looked at him for a long moment, and then, "You're dead." Cale turned to look at the bench behind him, at the body there with his own face. He nodded to the man.

"I know."

There was silence for several minutes before Death spoke again. "Right. A walk around the park then."