Christopher Dawson

What happens when you die? Do angels flutter about? Do demons duck your head in lava? Is there a God? Is there a Devil? I’m floating somewhere in between— ‘Who will I see when I open my eyes?’ All I want is to see her again—Mary-Allison’s face pops to the forefront of my mind—I open my eyes.

Light. More in focus, I see silver highlights of a gloomy sky. And still, I float. Red water circles me. Rolling from my back, I tread water best I can, my ...