I found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny footprints in the snow while he looked for a proper location to give it a funeral.
I saw Time stand towards the entrance of the alleyway, taking deep drags from his cigarette and watching his companion. He didn't stand long, but trekked with heavy steps to poor Death and put a hand on his shoulder.
We need to go, no more playing, Time assured as he led Death to my apartment's set of garbage cans. I watched as Death dragged his feet through the snow on his way to the trash, and as he reluctantly dropped the little kitten corpse inside. It resonated with a loud gong and echoed against the building walls then up to the night sky.
Time took Death by the hand and led him out of the alley to the sidewalk, where they made sure to look both ways before crossing the crosswalk.