I was on my way to talk to Davis when the car hit me. . . . . . A dark figure emerged from the shadows, half-lit by the glittering streetlight and the pale glow of the moon. . . . . . . Huge black wings erupted out of her back like a blooming rose. She was beautiful. . . . . I knew who this woman was.’Are you Death?' . . . . . “'Most people have something holding them down to this world,' she said, 'like a tether on a balloon. It could be something material, a person, or persons, an unfinished goal. There are many reasons to want to keep living. I wonder, Juvenalius, what is yours?'I smiled just thinking about it. 'His name’s Davis.'Her hand stroked my cheek so gently I wanted to cry. 'Tell me about him,' she whispered.And Juvenalius does. And you will be transfixed as Juve's first friend comes to life in his memory in this Tale with a gay twist.
~ Juvenalius