“Name?”
“Peter Jones.”
“You’re late. You should’ve been here Tuesday. What kept you? When did you die?”
“This morning, I think. I remember stepping into the road then nothing.”
“Says here you should’ve been knocked down yesterday not today. Typical of that Grim Reaper, always messing up his timings. Still, you’re here now. You’re next.”
“Where am I going?”
“No idea mate. Now, I need you to pop through that hole. A bloke called Peter will process you on the other side.”
“But…”
“No time for ‘buts’ mate. If I don’t get this queue sorted I’ll miss my tea. Next!”
Mike Jackson
Neat, thought provoking exemplar of wry transmedia storytelling.
A Drabble written, spoken and illustrated to thoroughly entertaining effect.
Thanks.
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