Sitting down at the bureau he was writing a jisei reflecting on the beautiful moments of the day.
He had no intentions of dying just yet, this was an exercise he’d inherited from his grandfather just like the bureau itself.
“Remember Jon, live every moment walking with Death … he’s a good counselor.”
“But Grandpa, I’d be constantly sad to think about death!”
“No, don’t think about death, think about each action being your last … and if you want to have it on your conscience for all eternity!”
the first nightingale’s notes
Written for Friday Fictioneers