The guy on the Harley gives me a thumbs up and cranks the motorcycle. He smiles and then rides off. I stand there in the middle of the dirt road watching him fade away and the rumble of the engine fades out in the wind. The sky is blue and I swat at a fly that's buzzing around in front of my face. Then I wonder if I'm dead am I starting to stink? Damn fly!
I start walking down the dirt road. I kick a rock for a while until it rolls off into the ditch. I think about the fly and look up to make sure buzzards are not circling me overhead. There are no vultures so I look at the different cloud formations. I think about food and realize that I'm not hungry. Never heard of dead people eating so it stands to reason I am not hungry.
I keep walking and then I see the fork in the road that the motorcycle guy told me about. I approach the fork and stand there and look for a clue that would push me in the right direction. No clue. No nothing. Here I stand in front of the forks in the road that could effect me for eternity. How in the hell is one suppose to decide which way to go without some clue or sign??
I pick the road to the right. Maybe it's the "right" path to follow. Maybe it's the "right" path to choose. Maybe I'm screwed!! What the hell .... they or whoever knows the outcome anyway. So I start walking down the path to the right. Right??
My feet walk and walk. Seems like they are on automatic pilot. One step after another. I look at the lush forest that surrounds the dirt road. I wonder what kind of dead animals that are lurking around out there. I imagine the newspaper headlines .... dead man gets attacked by dead bear. Yea, ... sounds stupid but I'm tired of walking and my brain is searching for anything that can entertain me.
I walk around a curve and there is a tunnel the dirt road goes thru. I can see the other side. Nothing that looks spooky or strange. I can see the sunlight from the other side. I expect to hear spooky music that we hear in horror flicks. All I hear is the rustle of leaves blowing across the road from the slight breeze. Whoever designed my fate could have been a little more creative and original.
I hear echoes of my footsteps as I walk in the tunnel. I think about singing but don't want to make an ass out of myslelf if someone is on the otherside of the tunnel opening. Click, click, click. I start counting my footsteps but loose interest.
Now I'm at the end of the tunnel. I continue walking and walk around a slight curve in the road. I stop and look. There is a white farm house to the right of the road. I see a clothes line with laundry hanging. I walk up to the driveway and look at the mail box. It's an old metal black one with a little rust on it. Why would dead people have mail boxes?? Everything looks so familiar. Do I know who lives here? The wind blows more leaves across the road.
I open the mail box and see a letter inside. I look around to see if anyone is watching me take the mail out. I look at the address on the mail and feel numb. I then realize that the letter is for me. I start to open it and then put it back. What the hell .... it's for me anyway! I tear open the letter and it is a card. My fingers tremble as I open the card and I read it. It's a birthday card. It reads ... " Happy birthday to the special love in my life ...... Nadene."
I stand there at the mailbox looking upwards at the white farm house. The clothes flapping in the wind on the clothes line. I hear birds chirping and for some reason I feel like crying. A dog barks and I squint my eyes and see Ceaser laying on the front porch. There is an old Harley sitting in the driveway next to Nadenes car.
I slowly start walking up the driveway .......
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