"That vacation was great, but it's good to be back." Chronos propped his feet up on the coffee table and passed the bowl of peanuts over to Death.
"Lovely nebula," Death said and tossed a peanut into his eye socket. "I'd go back there again. Do you think anybody missed us?"
Chronos shrugged. "Let's find out." He hit the remote and tuned in to CNN.
"…headline news." The frothy blonde attempted a serious look.
"Zombies are on the rise. Death seems to be on holiday, which could account for the increase in zombie activity.
Also reported are increasing errors in the space-time continuum, leading scientists to wonder who is at the helm? Wormholes are activating in suburban backyards, swallowing gym sets and the occasional toddler. At least one physicist predicts an implosion in the Earth's core within a month.
In other news—"
Chronos switched the TV off. "I guess they missed us."
Death rubbed his phalanges, dropping his jaw in good humor.
"Back to the old grind for us, my friend. Let's not run into Atropos until we've cleaned up though." His bones rattled as he shuddered.
He tossed a helmet at Chronos. "You want a ride on the Harley?"
Sighing, Chronos stuck the helmet on his head.
"I'll do anything to get that beast off my shag carpet."
©2010 Laura Eno
