Death by Christopher T. Dabrowski

 Death

Dream holidays. Coach drive. Suddenly interrupted sleep. Tyres swish. Throwing aside. Bang! Shouts. Blood. Darkness. I am hovering. I am over the wreck. The others are hovering with me. Have we died? I think so. Final journey. Higher and higher. Something is sucking up us. Speed up. Dark tunnel. Darkly. Darkly. Some light in the distance. Is it approaching? No, we are rushing towards it. Are they escorting us? Who? I do not know, I cannot see them, only feel. We are stopping. Enormous queue of souls. We are waiting but we have time. We are well, blissful calmness encompassed us. Finally at home. My turn. I am standing in front of brightness. It is time to judgement. I was evil. Return to Earth – Hell.