Extract: It was a beautiful Void. It had its own life and movement. It’s own pace and possibilities. It shimmered and glistened. It listened and felt.
‘Can you tell me what I’m doing here? How I got here?’ Frank asked. He stirred the blue with his fingertip and it rippled into life in a kaleidoscope of colour.
‘Think of it as a natural and logical consequence of your behaviour.’
‘How so?’
‘It’s not arbitrary or capricious. You brought this about yourself.’
‘So you’re saying it’s my fault then?’
‘It’s not a matter of fault. It’s more … the pressure of reality.’ His companion started to melt into the shimmering blue. ’I’m afraid I’ve got to go.’
‘When will you be back? How will I know I’m here if I’ve got no one to talk to?’ Frank shrieked. Suddenly, cleanly, bloodlessly, his limbs detached from his body. His torso suspended, his arms and legs spun gently, rhythmically. He rested on nothingness.