FEMME FATALE
Teresa had buried three husbands and exhausted several
lovers, but one night during an al-fresco tryst she caught a chill that segued
into pneumonia.
When a thin hand adjusted her hospital pillows she wheezed,
“Just let me die,” and a sepulchral voice replied, “As you wish.”
Teresa’s eyes snapped open to see the Gates beckoning, but
when she peered through she saw all three husbands. By the smirks on their
faces they had obviously compared notes.
As she backed away, Death said, “You can’t change your
mind,” but Teresa fixed him with a glare her men knew well: “On your bike!”
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PS. It has been pointed out to me that some of my readers need "On your bike" translated! It is an English idion that means "Go away now!" or a similar phrase of your choice.
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