Flash Fiction

The White Light #FridayFotoFiction

Lying on the death bed. He thought.

Can someone please switch off this light. Its blinding. Wait. But my eyes are closed. Am I dreaming? Oh goodness. Am I dead?

Gosh. So, Is this the white light everyone talks about, which you see in the afterlife?

But, why is there a glass staircase? And who is climbing it? Looks like a female, holding something. Could it be a coffin?Is it for me? Don’t tell me they now have females as Yama God?

Wow! Women empowerment reached heaven too, huh! This looks exciting.

If that’s the way to heaven, I can’t wait to reach there.

I feel like a feather, being lifted up.

Oh my! I can see my body, lying underneath me. Geez, I’m looking gross! So, they were right.

A soul has no form, yet is the purest form.”

(Word Count: 142)

Linking up with Tina and Mayuri for #FridayFotoFiction.

Author: rashi mital

A mother and a travel enthusiast, I love speed and am proud of my driving skills. In my free time I love reading, writing, and sometimes doing nothing. I try to live every moment and believe in living young despite the age.

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