Here is a flash fiction for all to enjoy (hopefully :P)
A Drink for The Divine
He looks. He stares. He examines. What will become of this prodigal man?
She looks back. She stares back. She assesses. How will she take the day-to-day life of a reality she does not want?
They both lock eyes. They both create a pedestal for the other to be stood upon. How long can a fantasy last?
Destinies entwine, and a merger of life and desire is to stand until the blanket covers the eyes.
Life battles on. Death will always win. A soul for a soul, and a life for a life. The soul feels torment every second of its existence, pleading for a resolution and a sense of serenity that is literally impossible to everything that exists.
“Come to me,” the voice of eternity utters through an enticing hiss of breath that is only heard on the final breeze that passes through the soul before the corporeal form retires for good.
Save yourself a penny for the ferryman.
Upon the eternal white pedestal they will sit, drinking from the Messiah’s simple chalice that gives them a never-ending happiness they sought through their tangibility, but never found. A divinity will always keep them safe; and they will always have, love, and want one another.
Looking down upon the generations, and protecting their needs, is all a soul will need.
Take a drink, and see the effect of a divine afterlife.