Purpose after death

I sense a presence above the bus, flying free. I long to join it, to fly freely again. I don’t think this bus really needs me. If they need an angel, they have Auvrea. With the distinct feeling of a spare part, I walk away from the crowd that was gathering around the bus’ entrance. I spread my wings and felt the itch to soar through the sky. Giving in, I pushed off from the ground, without a good bye – no one was paying attention to me – and cut through the crisp air, letting the breeze buffet me. I left the bus behind, and soon it looked much like a red ant, beginning to crawl along the ground, far, far below. I smile to myself. I’m free, and I know why I’m here, what it is I have to do.

The End

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