Zapficmonday (A story of 50 words): Into the Abyss.

The air turned black all around me. I was suspended in darkness. My feet plunged forward but instead of trotting, I floated. Where was I? An Icey cold hand grabbed me. I turned and saw no shape.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Death.”

I suddenly remembered, I had just died.

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