Conor McClain

Daniel and the Reaper

Tick-tock went the clock as Daniel walked the busy street with the swiftness of a man who needed to get to the bank before it closed, as if his life depended on it. Quite to the contrary, however, he would soon come face to face with an abrupt realignment of perspective. It came in the form of a diesel truck that greeted him as he slipped and stumbled into the street, face snapping up just in time to meet eye to eye with the dull dual glow of the truck’s dim gazing lights.