Purgatory ain’t a place, it’s a job description, and it don’t pay too good. All wages go to the ledger, and the ledger, by definition, runs deep in the red.
Me, I got more red than most to wipe clean, and now I got a gun belt and a badge, go figure.
Consider us the bounty hunters of the afterlife. You die and do a runner, you get us psychos on your tail.
Lotta folks run when they see where they’re headed, when they realise heaven and hell ain’t so different. Only us Purged get to go free, in time.
Author bio: John Xero is the sheriff in this town. He done put out a collection of words on one o' them newfangled ereading gadgets. He shoots his mouth off here.
Oh yes. Very umm ... afterlifewise.
ReplyDeleteI love 'the afterlife,' it's one of the biggest 'what if?'s out there... ;)
DeleteI laughed at the "red" line. Very well-boiled cowboy demise, John.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John. =)
DeleteOh crikey, so there's not escape then? ^_^
ReplyDeleteDid you really think there might be...? ;)
DeleteLeaves me wondering how much "Red" I have to wipe clean....
ReplyDeleteI think I wanna be one of those psychos. :-)
Actually kinda sounds like they get the best deal doesn't it? Makes you wonder what the criteria for each path might actually be...
DeleteI love both the voice and the premise in this.
ReplyDelete^_^
DeleteThank you, Sonya.