Bill sidled up to the cloaked skeleton at the bar.

“Buy you a drink?”

“It won’t get you any more time” said Death.

“Anything I can do?” Said Bill, grabbing Death’s pint and taking a swig.

“I’d start by not drinking that; I like my ale with a mercury top.”

                                                            

Poor old Bill. I do like fatalist style stories where people inadvertently meet their fate due to their efforts to avoid it, check out ‘Appointment in  Samarra’ for a good short example.

I’ve fallen a little behind again, hopefully I’ll get at least one more saga out today. pip pip!

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