Boo Who

There she is again
Sitting,smiling perhaps, even singing
basking in the sun on the edge
wall of the plaza fountain
I stare from my second floor hotel window
just as she looked up
Almost as if she knew i would be looking
at that precise moment  
She wasn't old, she was very old
 unattractive in the common way we judge these things
Her clothes, devoid of any colour, hung sackcloth like
from an underfed frame
She raised a  bony finger from her left hand
touched her nose and pointed in my direction
I stepped back from the window
but she knew i'd seen her pointing
And i knew she wanted something .

When i looked again
She was gone
In her place  a male version
Hooded and threatening
He too pointed my way
curling his finger as you do when you
want someone to follow
He stood up, the tallest man i'd ever seen
and removed the cowl cloak from his face

I knew right then who she was
The Grim Reapers wife.
 
I dropped to the floor
was found dead three days later
still clenched in my decomposing hand
 a crumpled note which read
" you destroyed me master, i hope  you die"

And the moral of the story is

Everything has a karmic consequence.