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There was a light! I was, frankly, amazed. I’ve never believed. Why would I? Who the hell would believe that when one died, or almost died, they would see a light to heaven? Or, hell, depending.
I trudged through the ankle-deep water, leaving behind only ripples. Memories of my lost body.
Would anybody miss me? Probably not. I hadn’t made many friends in my life. I hadn’t wanted them. Friends are nothing but trouble. If I hadn’t had to see them or interact with them, I would have loved friends. that, however, was not to be.
No loss. I didn’t have time for them anyway. Didn’t have time for anybody, but myself. Why should I? What had they done for me?
Nearing the end of the tunnel, I slowed, not sure I wanted to continue.
A figure materialized out of the light; a man in a glowing white robe and a golden halo across his brow. I could see a long beard, but nothing of his face. The light was too intense.
“It is not your time,” he said, voice a soft breeze
“I’m here now for, Christ’s sake.”
“It is not your time .”
“Then why the hell did your crash my car?”
I stamped forward, but the man faded as he had come, leaving me in near darkness, my only exit behind. Muttering, I turned and stomped out of the tunnel, suddenly floating downwards, back into my body.
When I awoke, in a dark hospital room, the nurse smiled at her. “How are you feeling, Ms. Jackson?”
I almost smiled, then remember. “Like shit,” I growled. “Get the hell out of my room.”