Love-Brain

On a bridge in M City, I was searching for my phone.

Suddenly, gale-force winds rose and torrential rain poured down. Everyone scattered and ran.

But I kept searching, safe and sound, without a drop of rain on me or a hair out of place.

"What are you looking for?" A man in a black suit stepped in front of me.

I was still kneeling on the ground, searching around. When I saw someone talking to me, I slowly got to my feet.

"My phone. I'm looking for my phone." I didn't dare sound too confident. After all, I could guess.

He was here to take me away.

People speak kindly when death is near.

I'm already dead, so of course I'm kinder still.