“What about a rabbit?” “A rabbit?” “Yes. Great fun. Nibbling lettuces. Sitting in the warm sun in green pastures. Lots of sex.” “Is this a male rabbit or a female rabbit?” “Whichever you like.” Ernest Smith scratched his chin thoughtfully… Continue Reading
Constance Taylor knew she had a lived a good life. She had been to church every Sunday, prayed every night, raised two children and instructed them well. She had given money to charity, she had helped those less fortunate than… Continue Reading
A river ran beneath the trees among which they used to stroll, hand-in-hand. She leaped into it. A precipice stared over the valley that they used to tread, arm-in-arm. He hurled himself off of it. The most momentous, most catastrophic… Continue Reading
When the car emerged into Hell, the first thing Giuseppe Banca did was squint. Sunshine, strong and warm, shone from a pale yellow sky. Hell’s landscape was a rolling sea of grass and purple-tinged trees, stretching over slight rises and… Continue Reading
John Peterson died with little fanfare. His lone surviving son and four grandchildren were in the hospice room when he slipped quietly away. Their muffled sobs and whispered words faded as he drifted toward the light of his statistics board.… Continue Reading
For a brief moment I saw the green line on the monitor go flat. The throbbing sounds of panic began to fade out as the images of flustered doctors became fuzzy in a hazy grey blur. Death washes over you… Continue Reading
In hell, bowling is the pastime of choice. It’s like a rite of passage. I’ve been here two days, and once you get used to the sulfur, wailing, and the constant loop of Michael Bolton songs–it’s still bad, but you… Continue Reading