Grimm Tales From a Child

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Grimm Tales From a Child
“Sylvia walked into the miniature golf course last night wearing nothing but cowboy boots, a red bikini and a rubber band in her hair.”
“That’s horrible…” jerry retorted setting down his half empty glass of milk.
“Yeah I know, an 82 year old woman shouldn’t be wandering around on her own into a Childrens birthday party wearing only those things, let alone at a miniature golf course.”
“So thats why you did it?”
“Did what?”
“Kill her…”
“Oh, no!” Grimm laughed, “I killed her because she smoked two packs a day and basically bathed in the grease at K.F.C.”
“oh…” a long pause came next that was as simple as it was melancholy. “So why do you have to kill me?” Jerry the young boy looked into The Grimm Reapers eyes and smiled sweetly.
“Well… you know…” Death thought long and hard  on this question. “Sometimes people get sick and sometimes they have to… go.”
“But why do I have to go?”
Grimm started to lose patience and began to move quickly closer towards the young boy. Jerry flinched and death noticed the bruises on his body and stepped back. “Do you always ask questions like this?” 
“Well my teacher says its because I’m full of wonder…” Jerry looked down and paused, “… But my daddy says its because I’m a Jackass and useless and that I care to much about the world.” 
Grimm thought long and hard on this and plopped down in the sofa chair next to Jerry’s bed. “Jerry?” 
Jerry looked up at Grimm pouting and sniffling wiping his nose and tears, trying to stay strong in front of the the old soul. 
“Jerry I’ll come back for you later.” Grimm got up and started making his way out of the bedroom door.
“When?”
Grimm turned around to face the boy with the bone where his eye brow should be pointed down. “Wow you do ask a shitload of questions!” Grimm began to laugh half sarcastically. Jerry looked down with a melancholy stare in his eye gazing at his blue train covered sheets and began to cry slowly and inaudibly. Grimm rolled his eyes feeling like the insensitive jerk that he was. 
“Look…kid…. KID!” Jerry looked back up at him. “You’ll die an old man, okay? And you’ll have a big family, with a big yard, and you’ll die around the people you love… Okay?” Jerry wiped his nose and began to smile. “But I can’t leave here without taking someone with me.” Death raised his eyes to the 5 year old in question. Jerry raised his back at him with a big smile on his face.
“Well, my dads a Jackass.”

Death smiled, “Yeah, he really is.”

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