26 February 2021 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
“Please, I really am going to have to insist you calm down Mr Young, or… well I suppose you can be anything you like now.”
The voice continued to echo out in an other-worldy tone.
“What?” he responded, blankly, staring through the thick block of glass. He was looking out, somehow, at the scene. He had just been there. What was this?
“Your name,” came the voice again, trickling through his consciousness. “You can be anyone you like in death, I suppose, start again.”
He turned is blood ran cold; it all came rushing back. With a jolt, he understood.