Chapter 2- The Physical Parting.
Almost immediately, soul parted from body. Ryan got up gingerly. And looked at himself, his…uh….soul. It looked amazingly like his body to him.
But at that very moment his real bleeding body caught his attention. His head was completely smashed in, unrecognizable. Blood was splattered everywhere and some still oozed out in a steady flow from what he thought looked like his brain.
His bike was still clutched between his knees in rigor mortis. His arms were thrown back as if in acceptance of the inevitable.
People around him were talking in quiet, hushed voices. They pointed repeatedly at parts of his body they thought were particularly grotesque. They calculated how much grief his family were going to feel. Some prayed for his soul. Some prayed their own. Children looked eagerly at his body. Parents shielded their eyes in vain.
Ryan couldn't make out what happened to the lorry driver.
He felt no emotion. Of his own death, that is. But the thought of his mom finding him like this was…anguish. His mother whom he loved with every fibre within him.
A black tunnel suddenly loomed beside him. Out of nowhere.
Ryan understood. It was Judgement.
Stepping into the tunnel, he gave one last look at the world he had known and his last thoughts as he looked at the light at the end of the tunnel were of his dear mother.
