|photo by Jennifer Pendergast|
Of all the possibilities he’d imagined the afterlife to be, this certainly fit none of them. There was brilliant light above him and foreboding darkness below as he supposed made sense. What confused him most were the endless, pulsing refrains of Caribbean music suffusing all.
Trudging up the stairs, he felt no fatigue, and yet, seemed to be making no progress whatsoever. With absolutely no means of gauging time, he continued the ascent all the while plagued by the thrumming island rhythms.
Perhaps he mused, in the fullness of time, he would reach what he prayed awaited him above.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based on a photo by Jennifer Pendergast.