The picnic had been laid in a field, on a pallet set with fine china, rich food, and sparkling wine. Four cushions, one for each guest, ringed the spread.
"We don't have time for this," the first said. She was the oldest of them, and all business.
"Nonsense, my dear," Said the second. "They won't start without us."
"I can't believe you're hungry at a time like this," said one of the twins, his face thin and waxy. His pale sister sat down beside him.
"That makes our whole party, Shall we begin?"
"To armageddon," Death said, raising her glass.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.