Boring.

He sighed. Boring childhood, boring education, boring career, boring retirement. Even his death would probably be boring. Then, a pale young woman sat down next to him. "We need you", she whispered. She bit his neck, and as his mortal lifeblood caressed her lips he heard a voice inside his head: Even vampires need accountants.



Submitted for consideration Won first place in: "The Hint Fiction Contest"