Happy Friday the 13th!
Yet another piece of 27 for your reading pleasure.
Previous installments (in order):
27
64 Degrees
The Visitor
“So, let’s go down the list.” He unrolled a strip of paper and put on a pair of reading glasses. I raised an eyebrow and he pulled them down his nose to peer over them at me. “Great effect, eh? As if I am in reading mode.” He cleared his throat. “Ahem. The dead shall not affect the living. Now what that means is, say you see an old enemy of yours walking a tightrope at a carnival someplace. Maybe he’s trying to impress the girl he stole from you. Don’t look at me like that, we know this doesn’t apply to you. You tossed aside every chance you had for a normal relationship.” He exhaled in a quick puff. “Say you see that enemy and all it’d take is one stray breeze…” His grin widened. “Not your call. Worse, his blood is on your hands. So.” He returned his attention to the little scroll. “With me so far, son?”
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“You’ll find out soon
enough.” He smiled and grasped my shoulder with a quick squeeze. “Welcome to
the Afterlife. But this ain’t it. Except for now. Confused? You just got more
sitting at that table than most have ever gotten. Maybe I like you. If I could
ever like somebody, but no. It’s all business, as you’ll see."
Yet another piece of 27 for your reading pleasure.
Previous installments (in order):
27
64 Degrees
The Visitor
“So, let’s go down the list.” He unrolled a strip of paper and put on a pair of reading glasses. I raised an eyebrow and he pulled them down his nose to peer over them at me. “Great effect, eh? As if I am in reading mode.” He cleared his throat. “Ahem. The dead shall not affect the living. Now what that means is, say you see an old enemy of yours walking a tightrope at a carnival someplace. Maybe he’s trying to impress the girl he stole from you. Don’t look at me like that, we know this doesn’t apply to you. You tossed aside every chance you had for a normal relationship.” He exhaled in a quick puff. “Say you see that enemy and all it’d take is one stray breeze…” His grin widened. “Not your call. Worse, his blood is on your hands. So.” He returned his attention to the little scroll. “With me so far, son?”
I
wasn’t sure what to make of the Grim Reaper. Or his sense of humor. I nodded
mutely.
“You
know, the rest of this seems to be blank, so there you have it. No direct
effect on the living. No holding heads underwater, saving children from the
path of a bus by pushing them out of the way, no contact that will change the
course of their natural lives. Do you understand?”
“I
think so.” I leaned over the table. “But I can’t even open a door, so I’m not
sure how I could harm anyone.”
Stein
rolled his eyes. “You’ll be surprised at what you’re capable of. Did you take
the bus to get here earlier? No.”
“But
how do I do other things?”
Stein
rolled up the paper and crumbled it into nonexistence. “That’s not for me to
say. I’m just the taxi driver. You have to have the address, otherwise we’ll
drive in circles and I’ll charge you extra fare for wasting my time and
fuel.” He sighed and pulled his glasses off, secreting them inside his jacket. “You’re a smart kid, Ren. Figure it out. Look around you. I
know you’re ahead of the class just because you’re not looping.”
I
furrowed my brow. “Looping?”
“Reliving
your death over and over. It could be because you were just too fucked up to
remember.” He grinned. “You’ve got to love drugs. See the gods, kiss the stars,
feel no pain and bam! Wake up dead.”
He stood and so did I.
“Keep
in mind one little limitation, son. You’ve got a finite amount of energy. Think
of yourself as a child’s toy with a fresh battery. The more you play with that
toy, the faster the battery will drain. And once you’re out, and you still
haven’t caught the train out of Limbo, well.”
“Well,
what?” I was sliding down a slippery slope.