“I didn’t expect you yet.”
A boney finger pointed at him.
“Me? Now?”
Think.
Dave withdrew a deck of cards from his jacket.
“You’re a gambler.” Dave shuffled and fanned them in his hand. “High card wins?”
A nod at the waist. The game commenced. The stranger drew a king, but Dave plucked the ace of spades.
“You lose. See you in fifty years.”
Dave grinned. I hated to cheat with the notched ace, but the stakes were too big.
Dave grabbed his chest and collapsed. Guess you can’t cheat the Grim Reaper.