Lost

As Simon gurgled, his lungs filling with blood;
He thought of home.

"Be careful out there, Simon, don't go out there alone," His mother nagged.
He laughed and grabbed his basket, she wouldn't be saying that when he brought home enough wintercap mushrooms for a week.

He coughed, blood shooting up like a morbid fountain, steam rising from the growing pool of red life force leaving his body.

The goblin stood over him and snarled. "Oi Krodditz, check 'iz pockets for silva, he looks like da type to be carry'in money in da woodz."

Simon exhaled his last breath before he was accepted by the Dead God's warmth.
"At least we'll 'ave mushrooms for a week tho, ey Krodditz."