Jul 27, 2024
Checkout
by Caroline Bird
I think ‘so, this is death’ and wonder why I can still see through my eyes. An angel approaches with a feedback form asking how I’d rate my life (very good, good, average, bad, very bad) and I intend to tick ‘average’ followed by a rant then I recall your face like a cartoon treasure chest glowing with gold light, tick ‘very good,’ and in the comment box below I write ‘nice job.’ The angel asks if I enjoyed my stay and I say ‘Oh yes, I’d definitely come again’ and he gives me a soft look meaning ‘that won’t be possible but thanks all the same,’ clicks his pen and vanishes.
