This is the tale of two competing human traffickers.

Two friends walked along the cemetery once again. They were friends out of longevity but enemies by profession, one was Death and the other was a suicide hotline worker.

“You have lost. I told you it wasn’t a fight you could win. We should go now.” Said Death.

“You know we are more similar than one would think. We both stand on the edge of life and death. You smuggle people from life to death and I try to turn people away from going towards your home.” Opined the worker.

“You are the trees of the cemetery and I am the rotting flower petal that once was the envy of the ladies.” Replied Death. “It’s time to go, you lost.” Death continued.

“No you didn’t. There are thousands of us and just one of you. We will some day.” the worker replied.

“..but not today. Let’s go.”

The worker who had saved over 25 lives was laid to rest for the final time.


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