The Afterlife

Flat on the deck, left for dead, mine had been a good life. Able to go wherever I chose, whenever I wanted, I had the freedom to go it alone or enjoy the companionship of my extended family. I always thought our ‘all for one and one for all’ way of life would keep me safe.

I was wrong. Lying, dying, ignored by my assassins, I make one desperate attempt at freedom. No luck. To add insult to injury, others are hurled on top of me. Escape impossible, suffocation certain.

The afterlife? Waiting for my companions in death, French fries.