Death|Didi & Laura McCabe Moon - Death Kills

The smoke in my face feels fascinating and I’m inhaling deeply. Somewhat warm, with a distinct smell and a hint of disgusting. My other self has never understood the smoking part in people, as more often than not it has called Death earlier than scheduled. But then again, the woman before her wasn’t people, was she?

“You think you have to have talent for a thing like that?” I ask genuinely curious. Never having done a thing like that, I had always imagined it was just putting something in your mouth, like a banana, or a lollipop. Probably less tasty.

“I heard a story once. A woman was on a trip with her paramour, engaging in some cock-sucking while he was driving. What they didn’t know is that it was their time to die, as planned by the Endless….endless fate of the universe. So she ended up biting off the cock she was sucking on, the very moment the car crashed. Both died and they say that later the severed cock had to be pried from her jaws that were still clenched in death.”

As I’m telling it, it actually feels like a tale I’ve once heard, as for this one day in a hundred years, Death’s memories are but a faint dream to me.

I’m taking back the half brownie as the woman is not accepting it, and stuff it in my mouth. A mouthful of chocolaty goodness must surely be way tastier than a mouthful of cock.

As I’m chewing it down I can’t help but think of the weirdness of humankind. Here I am, in a coffee shop in a town I don’t even know, with a woman I don’t even know, philosophizing about cocks. Is this ultimately what the world is really about?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” I say, trying to steer the conversation back into calmer territories. I’m blaming my confusion over the suspicion that this woman should not dwell here among the living. But then again, so shouldn’t I, had I not asked the One Beyond for one single day on earth to find out what the fuss of living is all about.