The Waiting Room

Melbourne 2018 (Photo Credit: Christian Espinoza)

The door opens. All three of us turn around in anticipation. Who will come through this time ?

It has only been twenty something minutes, but it feels like a lifetime. The waiting room is pale green, apparently this is meant to be a relaxing color palette. None of us were very relaxed I can tell you that. We all had our time on Earth as humans, and we didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately our time was up, after all the roller-coaster ride of life has to end one day. I just don’t want to end up a rat, or a roach, or something slimy. I never believed in Karma, so I am praying I get a good hand.

Finally he comes through. Wearing a grey suit, white shirt and black tie, with black shoes, and holding an envelope. As he nears closer to me, I can see my name written in black, fountain ink. It was my turn. It was my letter of fate.

Before I tell you the contents of my letter, let me take you back to how I ended up here in the first place. How I died and met these other two guys next to me.

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