I can hear people around me.  I open my eyes, but can’t see anything.  What’s happening to me?  Uncle Frank is hear, I can tell.  The tobacco smell from his pipe hover in the air.

“Uncle Frank, help me!”

Why won’t he answer?

I can’t hear what anyone is saying, just muffled voices.

“Uncle Frank!”

I see shadows and light as my eyes focus.  I’m floating above people looking down at something.

Holy shit, is this my funeral?!  Am I dead?  I don’t feel dead.  How’d I get here?  I don’t remember.

No, no!  Don’t close the lid!  I’m still here.  No!  I still have more time.

The lid closes, and everything goes dark again.

“Richie,” I hear in a soothing voice.


“Let’s go home.  Your dad’s waiting for us.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s