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Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Hedwig Baartman There was a maiden with bright blue eyes and a smile like a springtime morning. She had one discomfort: she had but one leg. When one asked about it, she'd say: it's not important to see the things one doesn't have, the things one does have, that's what counts. And true: the missing leg wouldn't have been a real problem if she didn't have this huge pain. It was this missing limb that ached night and day like a flaming fire. One day, walking in the forest, the pain became so enormous that she cried out: 'damn you sky and sun and godforsaken trees!' She was a real beauty, but there she stood, yelling like an old witch. A dark figure came forward from behind a tree. 'You called for me?' he asked. 'I did not', the maiden replied. 'Yes you did, you said: damn you sky etcetera'. 'O bugger, I didn't want to see you', said she. 'Well, last time you saw me, you were quite content’. 'Yes, I was, but it cost me a leg', the maiden said. ‘Your time had come, but there you stood, your arms around my neck, your warm lips whispering in my ear, what was I to do. Me, never having known love or hunger, lust or delight. I let you go for a kiss and a smile'. 'A kiss, a smile and a leg, you mean', said the maiden. 'I had to take something. I don't want any trouble with the boss'. 'All right, true. But why the pain?' the maiden asked. 'Pain? I know nothing about pain. I didn't mean for pain', said he, the dark one. 'But I do happen to have something for it'. He gave the maiden a little bottle of something and told her to take a sip every time she was in pain. 'What do I get in return, he asked and held the bottle high. 'A kiss', the maiden sighed. 'A kiss, your arms around my neck and your head on my chest', he panted. She did as he asked. He gave the bottle. But as all things come to an end; one day the bottle was empty. Again the maiden spoke the words she spoke before and the dark figure arrived. This time he entered through the backdoor. ‘Hi there’. The dark one beamed at her. It appeared to the maiden that he was in love with her. ‘I really need another bottle’, she smiled at him. ‘Well, I’m sorry, but it’s not up to me to decide on these matters’, he said. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked. ‘I’m really nothing’, he said sadly. ‘I only take people, I don’t get them to have or to hold’. ‘Who does get them?’ the maiden asked. ‘ God’, he spoke embittered. ‘He keeps the interesting people. I only get the losers. The dull ones without any fantasy, without any bubbles for death. And he, the big one, he sits at the table next to the rich and the mighty. Me, I’m overworked. I have to take all these people all by myself’. He began sobbing. ‘Excuse me, I’m really, really tired’. The maiden gave him a handkerchief. He blew his nose. ‘And now I have to take you’, he added. ‘Me?’ the maiden was startled. ‘Now?’ ‘Yes, God finds you have had enough respite’. The maiden thought quickly. ‘When you will take me right now, you’ll never see me again, am I right?’ she asked him sweet as honey. ‘That’s a real mean thing to say’, the dark one said feeble. ‘ It’s your choice: a kiss or never a kiss again’, she whispered her warm breath in his face. ‘Oh, all right’, he stamped his feet. The maiden kissed him, he gave another little bottle and went away again. Before the bottle was empty, the dark one appeared, without the maiden using the magic words. ‘You are already here?’ She smiled at him. But the dark one looked sad. ‘Yes’, he sighed. ‘You can’t escape me this time. My boss is really, really angry with me. I had to come and take you immediately. ‘ Please, let me stay’. She wrapped her arms around him. ‘No, I can’t’. He let her kiss him. ‘There can not be any more excuses’. He looked her straight in the eyes. It made her head spin. ‘A kiss’, she tried again. ‘Off course!’ The dark one was angry. ‘Off course I want another kiss. And another and another’. ‘It can be that way’, the maiden said in her honey voice. ‘Come on now. I’m tired. Very tired and I have to do what I have to do. You must come’. ‘You are tired and you love me, am I right?’ ‘Well...’. ‘Well?’ the maiden persisted. Death sat down on the bed. Defeated. ‘You know, I thought: when I look at you, I need to think of something else. When I close my eyes and see before them flowers in yellow, red and pink, I have to erase these images with dark black mud... And I did, it worked. I managed not to think of you. I managed not to think of your rose red lips, your lovely eyes, the sweet scent of your body... But there where I did not think of you, there appeared a deep black hole, an empty hole, an empty hole with a huge feeling of loss’. ‘Gee’, said the maiden. ‘Yeah’, sighed Death. ‘You know what?’ the maiden asked. ‘You go lie on the bed and I’ll take over your task for a while’. ‘I don’t know’, said Death. But he was tired. Really, really tired. ‘Do you think you’ll manage, with the Boss and all?’ ‘Yes, I’m sure I will’, the maiden said. And so the maiden changed places with Death. And it became her. It pleased her to take souls and she had a quick way of working. There always was some spare time to join the Boss at the table. He liked her. And the dark one on the bed? He was soon forgotten. Forgetting is what she did with God’s hand under the table resting on her remaining thigh. 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