Unconventional Ways


“I don’t know,” I hear frustration in Dido’s voice, “Whatever is necessary, I suppose…”

She pauses and I notice in the silence that there is something that she doesn’t want to say.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s really nothing.”

“Oh, yes? Listen, Di, if you want me to help then you have to tell me everything.”

“Well, okay…I was hoping that you could possibly accompany me back to Earth, help me find money, and a ship, and work, etcetera. But once you told me that you’re stuck…here, well it wasn’t what I expected.”

“It never is.”

Our souls float in silence for a minute, before I say, “Well there is one way.”

“Oh, what?! So there is a way?”


“But it’ll work? You’ll be able to return with me?” There is such hope in her voice.

 I contemplate the certainty of this. “Oh, yes.”

“Great! How long will it take?”

“Not long, my dear, not long. But you’ll have to return to the realm of living first and I’ll be along soon.”

Dido eyes me suspiciously. “You promise you’ll be there?”

“I’ll try.”


“I promise.”

I wait for her to go but there is no movement.

“How do I…?”

“Just think of home, think of the living realm, and think of pulling yourself through.”

When I feel that I am alone again, I push back into the realm of the dead. I block out the images that swim around in the sea of my deceased mind; the objects of home, the smells and tastes of things I used to know so well. I make my way towards the rest of the realm of the dead. I know what I have to do, but I have no idea whether it will work. I just hope that she won’t be punished for my actions too.

The End

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