You’re Dead Mike
by surfermike
Posted to Stories on 2001-11-18 11:25:00
I felt a sharp pain my my right arm and I fell. I could feel myself passing out. Before long I was flying above the Tennis court. My friends were standing around me. I was laying there, tanned and wet, but very still. I floated and I watched for awhile, when this bright wave comsumed me. I wanted to yell out, but there was no sound. I had no choice but to go with it.
“Michael! Hey, Surfer Mike! G.I. Joe!”
I heard the voice, and it surrounded me. Then a body appeared.
‘You’re very beautifull,” I said. “Who are you?”
“Look close Mike. Come close.”
“I know you. Shit, you’re God.”
He laughed and so did I. I began to feel more relaxed.
“Where am I and what happened back there on the court?”
“You’re dead Mike.”
“No. I am not. No! I’m in love, and I was just getting the hang of this life.”
He stared at me. He was so intense, and good looking.
“Do you know you are very good looking.” I said.
He laughed out loud, and it felt as if the Universe shook. “So are you.” he responded.
“Why now? Why do I have to die now? Did I do something wrong?”
“John Lennon just asked me that same question last week.”
“He died in 1980.”
“It’s just like last week around here man.”
“I loved John Lennon.”
“I know, and you’ll meet him shortly. I’ve arranged it. Your parents are here too, and Tyrone your friend from vietnam. I tried to get Nixon, but as you can emagine,
the line forms on the right for that guy”
I felt bewildered and defeated. He looked at me and I could sense he knew that.
“Look at me Mike. Your damaged Tennis elbow dislodged a bloodclot, and it went straight to your heart and you died.
It was painless.”
“What? A blood clot. That can’t be true.”
“Do I appear to be a liar to you?” He laughed again.
We both laughed. “You’re easy to talk to,” I said.
“What about my wife and son?”
“Patience Mike and trust me. ok?”
I nodded and he clasped both of my hands and we moved forward. He whispered in my ear.
“Good job son, don’t look back.”