Julianna
I was floating comfortably in the dark. There was no pain here, no stress, no worries... at least not until Melayia showed up.
There she was in front of me, her hands propped on her narrow hips, her natural brown hair was frosted and styled. Everything looked right, except the clothes. Poor Melayia was still dressed in mother’s polyester skirt and high-collared blouse. “What are you doing here?” she snapped at me.
“Uh...” I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t know where “here" was exactly. Was I dead?
“You are a god-damned fool, Julianna. Why don’t you just put up a neon sign and start a carnie side-show.”
“What?” I wrapped my hands around my middle defensively. “I couldn’t just let him die.”
“The man was dead Julie. It wasn’t your fault. Why can’t you ever j
