End Note [added by John]
I woke. The hastily packed car sped through the drizzling night. In the front seat the two people I’d got used to thinking of as my parents were arguing in hoarse, hushed voices. There were bandages wrapped tightly around my jaw and lower face, so I couldn’t have said anything even if I’d wanted to. So I just listened. My jaw didn’t hurt. That’s part of the problem when you’re already dead. It’s so easy to damage your body doing sport and other things.
I looked out of the rain-speckled window and waited. I knew I had all the time in the world.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? How did this story make you feel? Anyone in the mood for a routine visit to the dentist?