“Your friend the Auditor came by to see you,” Blake said. They continued to shove large stacks of tree debris into the wood chipper. Rob leaned toward Blake to be heard more clearly over the noise.
“The Auditor, Who is that?”
“He said he was looking for you. Something about a meeting. I told him you were running the wood chipper today, but that I could do it myself if he needed to meet with you. He declined, and said that the wood chipper would do just fine.” Blake explained as he forced another bundle of sticks into the hungry machine. Rob paused, to think.
“I don’t know any Auditor. Was he a debt collector or something.”
“I don’t think so, he had grubby hands like he’d been mucking around in the dirt. When I asked him what he wanted, he told me he was in acquisitions.” Blake said. When he realized that nothing was ringing a bell he added, “Oh and he said your meeting is at three fourteen and twenty one seconds.”
Rob slapped the button on the side of the wood chipper. He turned to face Blake.
“I’m sure I don’t have a meeting with any Auditor. Did he have information on me?”
Rob scratched his head, obviously trying to remember the conversation.
“I’m not sure. He wasn’t really the talkative type.” Blake explained.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m guessing he must have been pretty tired. I think he had just come from work.” Blake said as he began to stack up another pile of wood.
“Where does he work, I have a mind to go give him a surprise visit.”
“I think he’s a farmer, he was carrying one of those wheat cutting tools. You know like you see in old-timey movies.” Blake made a gesture to indicate the motion one would use with such a tool. “Although, I can’t imagine how he would be able to farm in that robe.”
“Yeah, ground length robe. Kind of crazy looking really.” Blake said but then seemed to have an epiphany. “You know, now that I think about it, he kind of looked like-” he mumbled to a halt.
“Looked like who?” Rob asked with a little too much volume.
“Oh, it’s nothing really. He kind of looked like my aunt Edna.”
“Your aunt!” Rob was practically shouting now.
“Well she doesn’t get much sun you see. She’s pretty much a shut in. She’s as pale as paper.”
“So he was pale?”
Blake just nodded his head as he continued to arrange the pile of sticks next to the machine.
Rob was getting very uncomfortable. He had seen his fair share of horror flicks just like everyone else. This was exactly how they ended. A pale brooding character in a long robe would come holding a sickle. At least that’s what happened in the movies. Was it possible that Death had finally come knocking?
Rob could feel his heart speeding. A cold sweat began to drip down his forehead.
“What color was his robe?” Rob asked.
“Yellow.” Blake responded confidently. Rob sighed in relief.
“Oh good, you had me scared there for a minute.” Rob said. He turned to slap the button. As the machine roared back to life, Rob’s foot caught the new stack of wood that Blake had been piling up.
As he tumbled head first into the wood chipper his only thought was, Yellow?