The Black Pot

Death leans back in his chair. “BEING INVISIBLE IS PART OF MY JOB,” he says casually. “PEOPLE DON’T LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I’M OUT ON THE DUTY, OR AT ANY OTHER TIME REALLY.” He shrugs. “HUMANS HAVE A REMARKABLE CAPACITY FOR DENIAL. ONLY PROFESSIONAL MAGIC USERS, THOSE WHO ARE IN IMMEDIATE NEED OF MY SERVICES, OR THE ALREADY DECEASED ARE ABLE TO SEE ME.” He snaps his fingers. It sounds like two pool balls hitting each other. “AND CATS, OF COURSE.” He grins around the café. “WHICH CATEGORY DO YOU ALL FALL INTO I WONDER?”