/lit/ - Literature

>>9583939
My style is too derivative of Raymond Carver, so it's pretty minimalistic. I tend to avoid dialogue tags, especially adverbs. Most of you would probably find it cringey. Here goes:

"You're early," Death said.
The man shrugged. "And?"
Death put on his coat and they walked to the busstop two blocks away. The sun tried to break through the gray sheet of the sky but failed. They sat in silence on the bench and waited.
Death drank his coffeet and looked at his watch. "You don't talk much."
The man frowned at him.
Death shrugged and said, "Well, the bus is taking its time. Don't make this awkward."
"Alright. What the hell do you want me to say?"
"I dunno, talk about the fucking weather. Jesus."
"It's depressing. Happy?"
"Not particularly."
Death was growing impatient now and kept checking watch.
"Can you stop that?" The man said. "You're iritating the hell of me. Have some patience."
Death chokes on his coffee. "Call me impatient? Says the faggot who knocks at my door at 5 in the goddamn morning. Prick."
"Fuck off."
An elderly couple walked by and waved. They were smiling. Death frowned at them and pulled a sandwich from his coat.
"Want some? It's salami."
"Gross."
"Suit yourself."
A breeze came in and it felt cool the man's neck. He was content.
A ringing came from Death's coatpocket, and he pulled out his cellphone. "Yello? Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Alright. Buh-bye." He hung up the phone then turned to the man. "Driver called in sick."
The man cursed loudly , stood up and began to walk away.
Death hollered the man made his way down the street. "Sorry, my dude! Give me another call here in a few weeks!"

He waited till the man was out sight, said "Sucker," and finished his sandwich and coffee in perfect silence.