‘Tickling Butterflies’ – Death’s Woman

I’m serializing my fairy tale novel, Tickling Butterflies. A new fairy tale ‘episode’ is published every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday.

Here’s the story so far.

Enjoy the latest fairy tale:

Death’s Woman

(Containing the truly lovely story of Death’s encounter with True Love.)


Once upon a time, Death fell in love.

It was during the days of Death’s race with John the Cute for King Charming the Fourth’s life and the future of the kingdom.

When Death entered the big city of Bigger Is Better, near the Sea of Tears, weary and filled with dust, he rested on the stairs of a bar for a bit. A shadow blocked the sun. When Death looked up, he saw the most beautiful face of a woman he had ever seen.

“Fancy a glass of water?” the woman asked him with an Irish brogue.

“I am Death,” said Death.

“That’s not what I asked. Fancy a glass of water, do you?”

Death could not understand why she did not fear him. “Who are you?”

“That,” the woman said, “is still not what I was asking. Fancy a glass of water, do you?”

Death understood the woman would not let up until he gave her an answer. “No,” he said.

The woman squinted at him. After thinking for a little while, she said, “Yeah, I’m not asking. Here’s a glass of water,” and she pushed a glass of water into Death’s hand. “You look like you need it.”

At that precise moment, Death fell in love with the woman who had already fallen in love with him. They began talking, they took long walks, and for two days could not be separated.

After two days, Death realized he must win the race against John the Cute. But he did not have it in him to part with Sarah O’Connell. Sarah O’Connell was Death’s opposite. She was human, while Death was Death. She was teeming with life, while Death was Death. She could not stop talking and jumping and moving with energy, while Death was Death. And yet Death could not part with her.

The two spent two more days together. And when Death thought once more of moving on, he discovered that he could not.

The two spent another week together. John the Cute and King Charming the Fourth were now far from Death’s mind.

But then, at week’s end, Death realized that one day he will be called to claim Sarah O’Connell’s soul. It was the way of life, and Death could not avoid it.

At that moment, Death realized he must let Sarah O’Connell go. And perhaps, years from now, when they met again, he would not care about her, and it would not hurt so much to take her soul from her body.

Faking anger, he cast her aside. Faking disgust, he told her to go her own way and to never return. Faking hate, he told her he did not love her.

It was a terrible scene, a scene of tears and screams, of pain and love lost. But in the end, Sarah O’Connell had left.

Once she had gone, Death was alone once more.

And yet, he could not continue in his tasks. He stood on the shore of the Sea of Tears and could not move his legs. Even though she had gone, Death still loved her. Even though she had gone, he still knew that one day he will be forced to meet her again. And on that day, he would collect her soul.

That thought was unbearable to Death. Yet how could it be different?

Death picked up a seashell from the shore. Into its ear-like crevice Death whispered the one secret through which Sarah O’Connell could destroy Death. With Death’s secret inside the seashell, Death threw it far into the sea. Whatever would become of it, he did not know. But he hoped that one day the seashell will find its way to Sarah O’Connell’s ears, and whisper Death’s secret to her.

Death knew that when next he saw Sarah O’Connell, only one of them would remain standing in the end. But now there was a chance that person would be Sarah O’Connell.

With nothing more to distract him, Death continued on his quest to win the race against John the Cute for the life of King Charming the Fourth. He was a five day walk from the palace. Although he did not know it at the time, John the Cute had fallen behind, and was now more than three days behind him.

This has been the true story of Death’s True Love.

(To be continued on Tuesday…)

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One Response to “‘Tickling Butterflies’ – Death’s Woman”

  1. ‘Tickling Butterflies’ – The Blindfolded Woman | Guy Hasson's Imagination Says:

    […] to confide in the stranger, she said, “My name is Sarah O’Connell. My heart is broken because I have loved and lost. My eyes are covered because I have sworn never to love again. Never again will I be tempted by […]

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