Some say that we see a light at the end of our lives.
Some of us simply see a light bulb.
Some of us go out in the dark, having not paid our last electric bill…
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s: Coping with life and death – the humorous side of dying
Walking Into the Light
That’s the light? It was supposed to be all-encompassing.
What’s with this little dot?
And this spiral staircase? If I wasn’t already dying, I’d say it’s killing me. What sort of supernatural being would make a dying person walk all these steps into that light?
I’m out of breath. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I’m not even sure if I’m going up or down.
This is not the way it’s supposed to be at the end. This is worse than life. Why does it all have to be such a mystery – like a spiral staircase going in circles? Oy.