I was intrigued with this prompt and wondered where I could go with it.
The glass is icy to the touch and forgiving like water. Your body passes easily through the surface, curiously malleable as if your bones had been replaced with elastic. On the other side of the glass you see a replica of the previous landscape save for the reversal of left and right. The birds in the sky are in the same formation as before only now they are facing the opposite direction. You stare at them for a long time before realizing that their wings only appear to be in motion, they are, in fact, suspended in the gauzy skyline.
The challenge is simply to write a story or poem using this basic scene description.
So is this what it’s like to be Dead?
You leave familiarity and step over the threshold into……………. familiarity that is suspended in time?
It makes sense actually.
At Your Time of death, time stopped for you. The clock may be ticking in the real world, but in this one it is there, but silent, hands never moving.
So, what happens next?
How long does the conscious mind retain memory or thought?
Is this what it means to follow the light, or is the light a means to call you back as it’s not quite Your Time to go and you have just been allowed a glimpse of what the Afterlife may be?
Would you want to stay in a place of no movement or sound? Will you be engulfed and then absorbed by it, become a part of it, waiting in the shadows for the next arrival?
Is the portal the same for everyone? There is no-one to welcome you, explain the rules or what is expected of you, just a still landscape for you to explore until you literally fade away.
So many questions.
But when Your Time actually comes, will you really care, or just embrace it as a sense of release?