“Yesterday an Englishwoman, Irishwoman and Scotswoman came in. Followed by a horse, a blonde, a priest and a rabbi,” said Reala. “I am very concerned…”
“Have you ever had any humans go back?” asked Reala.
Yuffie and Fuen shifted uneasily.
“It has happened,” sighed Yuffie. “Sometimes an individual’s reputation is so powerful they never walk up the road.”
Reala nodded. “Anyone I may have heard of?”
“Maybe,” replied Yuffie. “Jack the Ripper. When Edmond Reid came through, he dragged Jack up the road. Even then some of his deeds live on as legends.”
“They linger here,” said Fuen. “Dead, unwanted and past their useful existence.”
“Like a career politician voted out of office,” sighed Jessie.
“So how long do we stay here for?” enquired Reala.
“Until we’re forgotten entirely,” said Yuffie. “I believe I am an embodiment of necromancy.”
“How long have you been here for?” asked Reala.
“Since before humans existed,” sighed Yuffie. “Even some primates have an awareness of death and the afterlife.”
“Have you ever been back?” pondered Reala.
“Occasionally. Necromancy and the craft drift in and out of fashion. Sometimes I have a large following, and the following summons me,” replied Yuffie.
“Some things keep coming round,” said Fuen. “Like that crazy frog ringtone, man buns, platform sandals and scrunchies.”
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Proper divder between text and page bottom links… Better… I think… The bigger header allows me to put the video before text, for those audio inclined. That in turn allows me a longer title and sub-heading which looks silly with all text below. Hey, I can even put in the episode number from the story. Now that’s an interesting (to me) addition.
“This place is between the living world and the afterlife,” said Yuffie.
“I’m not sure I follow,” sighed Reala.
“Across these lands are pathways, and they all lead to the road this bar sits beside,” said Yuffie. “When creatures die they follow the road to whatever lies beyond.”
“Am I dead?” asked Reala.
“Not quite,” sighed Fuen. “When somebody dies their hopes, dreams and opinions sometimes live on for a while. That’s what we are.”
“So I could be an opinion?” asked Reala.
“Doubtful,” replied Jessie. “Ninety-nine percent of opinions go and live in the Desert of Unwanted Thoughts.”