I’d been dead for quite some time when I got this invite asking me to come back down. I didn’t have much else on so I said okay.
It was an easy trip to make and I was soon walking down the old familiar streets. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been gone but the cars all looked pretty much same.
Someone was standing at a bus stop reading a newspaper. The headline didn’t faze me either. The same old thing was going on when I’d last looked at a newspaper – before I’d died that is. I clocked the date and counted the months backwards until I had six fingers held in the air. Half a year!
The only change I really noticed in this time was in women’s leggings. They were all wearing these zigzag patterns like cartoon TVs that needed tuning. That was about it; that and the fact that it felt funny standing here not breathing.