V. Fliss
V.
Fliss
SHE HAD THOUGHT DEATH WOULD BE INSTANT: a final blankness.
She had never had any kind of religious faith.
No comforting belief in an afterlife of running through sunny meadows with long-passed pet Labradors.
No sense of God waiting for her on the other side, ready to contemplate her numerous sins.
She had expected nothing. Just an extinguishing.
The spluttering light of her candle snuffed by an unknown hand.
Instead, there is this: a floating. A sense of being still of the world but also, somehow, above it.
She has no physical form. Her soul expands across the infinite, connecting with every molecule.
Limbo holds her in its strange, timeless pocket and she is overcome by a blissful sense of belonging.
There is no separation between her and all the other atoms that coalesce into existence.
It’s like the best trip she’s ever been on, except this time her thoughts are sharp with the fullness of her understanding.
Finally, unshackled from her human self, she can see … everything.