Next For Mel
“Choose.”
“What?” Mel was confused. It was 3 AM. Just moments before, he'd been pleasantly dreaming.
“You don't know what ‘choose’ means?”
“Huh?”
“CHOOSE, MEL!”
The irritated voice seemed to come from every direction, as though from out of a whirlwind.
“AND MAKE IT SOMETHING INANIMATE.”
This was it.
“TIME'S UP.”
Mel's life – if it could be called that – was over.
The angel had others to visit that Thursday and more important places to go.
“Couldn't I be a dog, or a goldfish?”
“REINCARNATION'S MAINLY INTO LIFELESS OBJECTS, MEL.”
People don't realize.
“Like...into an old basketball?”
“SO BE IT!”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney