A Daily Night's Job. An Original Short Story.

A Daily Night's Job.
An Original Short Story by: Zach Brehany

Hello dear reader. You may know who I am and then again you might not. Regardless, by the time this little tale is over with, I am sure you will have a clear picture as to who I am and my profession which I will now explain unto you. You ever have the feeling that you were born into a job? That is how my job feels to me. Mostly because I was born into my job. Basically I follow people around, stalk them until I feel the need to leave or until my job is over with. One or the other. Sense I am now following this person, I will entertain you by reciting this little retelling of one of my “odd adventures” I had a while back.




One of the best places in the world to think is in the graveyard. There is nothing quite like walking threw the resting places of people's soulless bodies, reading upon their tombstones, and learning about the amazing life that was once bestowed upon them. If you were to close all of your sense and open your mind, you can feel and then you will hear the voices of their lives. I was listening to a man telling me about his life at sea as a fisherman when I heard the rumbling of the car engine. I looked up and saw that the man of around twenty nine walked into his blue car. Standing up and apologizing and pardoning my sudden need to go, I walked into the man's car. He did not even notice me.

He hit the gas pedal and drove down the road that the cemetery was on. The hood was down and the wind was blowing threw our hair. We whipped out his cellphone and dialed a number; he hooked it onto his belt. I heard loud and clear the buzzing of the dial tone. He must have had the thing on speaker. After a few moments, a voice came out.

“Yes?” his girlfriend spoke. She was panting hard.

“Hey! I was hoping that I would be able to come over tonight. So, may I?” I knew from stalking him that he loved her dearly. How long they have been together, I can not say but it must have been long enough to create such strong feelings.

“Uh... Yeah. Sure. Why not? Come right on over.” then she abruptly hung up on him. He looked down and turned off his cellphone, closing the lid. The radio was blaring a song by a singer named Meat Loaf. He had an impressive voice I will admit that as a fact. As we (more like him) drove on, the sun started to set. Have you ever looked up at a clear night sky and see the wonderful colors creates during twilight? No? Then give it a shot sometime. It is the ultimate proof that God in Heaven exists (I have my own way of proof. You, Reader will know why by the time this story ends).

It was almost completely dark when the car pulled up to the apartment were his loved one resided in. It looked very nice and expensive. A tall building it was. We jumped out of the car and walked up the stairs of the place. A few people said “Hi!” to him as we passed threw. No one noticed me. Then we were at room number 478. He knocked at the front door an waited a few moments. What appeared at the door way was a strikingly beautiful women.

“Hey, you!” she said when she saw him. He put his arms around her and for a few seconds gently kissed her. I just smiled at this scene. It always makes me happy ti see two people in love with each other. When they separated, he walked into the living space and almost closed the door on me. Very rude I must say! But I was able to get in before he closed the door.

The entire place was nicely furnished with warm reds, orange, yellow colors. He just sat down on to one of the near by easy chairs. She asked him what he wanted to drink, which was coffee. She did not ask anything of me.

“So, what have you been up to? She asked as she filled this pretty little china cup up with Hazelnut favored coffee. The entire area was scented with hazelnut. It really smelt very pleasant I must say.

“Nothing much. Visited my parents grave today. That was the highlight. You?” he put his hands in his pocket, felling for something. When she walked over to him, he took his cup and sipped some of the hot liquid. She at his opposite, her little cup on a near by coffee table.

“Oh, toady was uneventful to say the least. A few phone calls,payed some of the bills. You know, the usual.” They were quiet for a few moments. The silence was very haunting to say the least. It was a couple of minutes before until he spoke again.

“You know that today is rather special.” His hand moved in his pocket again.

“Why do you say that?” She had this questionable look on her face. She went and gulped down the rest of her coffee.

“It is the anniversary of us being a couple.” with a smile on his face, he walked over and put his hands on her face, then leaned in to kiss her. That smile that was on my face earlier had returned. He put his hands into his pocket, about to pull something rather rectangular out, when the house's phone began to ring. They separated. He told her that he will be right back. Due to my job, I followed him.

In the kitchen, on the farthest most wall, there hung this white phone. He picked it up and placed it against his ear. It went straight to voice mail. The other person on the other end started talking. This is what the voice said:

“Hey baby! Steve here. I just got home I wanted to tell that we had a really good time today like most days during the past two years. I just need to let you know that I will not be able to pay you for your, shall we say, 'wonderful services' this week. But I still like to be your customer! So, if it is okay with you, I would like to be there tomorrow to see you in that little outfit of yours. I can not wait. 'Love you'.” Steve hung up. His hand dropped the phone in shock. I looked at his face and saw that a single tear came streaming down. I known that during the past week, she did not really speak to him or even saw him during the day time. Now he knew why. Taking a deep breath, he walked back to her.

“Who was that?” She asked standing up.

“Oh, just some guy. I was thinking: what do you do for a living?”

“Don't be silly. You know that I am a waitress.”

“I know that is what you told me. But there is no way in hell that a waitress can afford a place like this this fast. God, why did I never notice any of this before?” she started backing up against a wall. “So, what do you really do and who the hell is Steve?” now she had a look of horror on her face.

“Darling, I do not know what you are talking about.” he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen. He went to the phone and replayed the entire message. A few moments later after it was done plating, he looked at her with there cold, dark eyes.

“What the hell do you do for a living?”she was leaning against a wall. Terrified. I can tell in her eyes that this was not something she would have ever hoped would happen nor did she expected.

“That- That is none of your business.” he slapped her across the face. Ouch! I could not do anything but watch.

“I know what you are. You are nothing but a little tramp. A slut. A disease invested whore!” she had tears now scrolling off of her face. Embarrassed. She tried to say that she was sorry, but what came out was something entirely different.

“I needed the money to survive. I could not afford to live off of my salary. I met this man who was going to pay me more than my normal paycheck times ten if I was willing to see my body to men that wanted sex. Please understand.” he was beyond upset.

“You know, it is all the same with me. I find a good girl and she winds up being nothing but trash. I meet you and hoped that you were be different but you are not. I can not take this anymore! So, good bye and I hope you enjoy sucking cock because you happen to be only good at that and nothing else apparently!” he turned and ran out of the front door. I looked at her falling to the ground in the kitchen crying. I knew that later on that night I was going to see her again. I followed Him into his car.



He was speeding down a dirt road, tears flying off of his face. I could not comfort him. He was yelling nonstop about how he was betrayed by her. I kind of felt sorry for the poor guy. I mean, this was a girl he loved and poured his heart and soul into and look what happened. She ended up selling her body. At the same time, I did sympathize with her. I mean, in this world, the easiest job a woman could get next to being a waitress is being a prostitute. As long as you do not care about yourself, you are hired. At the peak of his rampage, he started speeding ludicrously fast. I could not stop him.

Faster and faster he went. Yelling and yelling he done. The road became curvier as we came up to this bridge that was over a canyon. Without any warning, he twisted the steering wheel and both of us came falling down into a fiery explosion.

It took a few moments until my conscience came back and I saw what damage has been accomplished. The blue car was in fire, pieces were everywhere, His body was thrown a good few feet away from the damage site. I walked over to him and turned his body over. When I could not find a pulse, I knew he was dead. Love – the number one cause of suicide next to being depressed.

I took my hand and felt his pocket, the one he was messing with. I pulled out a rectangular shaped box that said it was from Tiffany's. I opened it up and saw what was in it” a necklace and a ring. An engagement ring. So, this man was going to ask her to merry him and then found out her dirty little secret? Talk about a screwed up day. But, I will admit that it was sweet. I returned the box into his pocket.

I took my hand and placed it over his heart. After a few seconds of me waiting, a shinny blue light came around my hand. Then, a beautiful black orb appeared. His now dead soul. I looked at it and sighed; black meant that he commit suicide, this soul was not going to be happy about were he was going, I put the soul into a canister that I carried around, grabbed a list of people whose soul I needed to reap, and scratched off his name off of the list. One reaping done. Now the girls life span was almost out according to the list. Let me go check on our well known tramp...



Well, there you have it fellow reader. My nightly job. I hope you enjoyed it. One last thing to point out: it makes me laugh when you humans think that we are nothing but skeletons in black robes wielding scythes. We are just your typical dark angels that do our job.



Your humble writer,

Grim “Death” Reaper.