A FINE BLACK SUIT

A FINE BLACK SUIT

A Story by Imorbid
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Family and friends gathered at my parents home to pray and pay their respects. After the formalities of tea and crumpets.

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Family and friends gathered at my parents home to pray and pay their respects. After the formalities of tea and crumpets. The guests, one after another, went upstairs to my mother's bedroom to say their goodbyes. It was then that I noticed an elderly gentleman wearing a fine black suit, with a kind face and an eerie grin. He appeared oddly familiar, as if from some forgotten dream.


He entered the bedroom and stood at the side of my mother's bed. He held her hand as he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. And mother, eyes closed, whispered something back. He turned about and walked past me not saying a word, nor did I for that matter. I watched him at a distance,  as he retrieved a black hat and walking stick. Donning the hat, he walked out the front door, never looking back.


When I asked about the gentleman in the fine black suit, mother knew not of whom I spoke. Shortly after, she passed away. 


© 2017 Imorbid



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Kind of a condensed version of Meet Joe Black, I felt.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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3 Months Ago

First off thank you Tony for taking the time for reviewing this piece. In Meet Joe Black, Joe was ac.. read more

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