ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 11. (standard:humor, 2248 words) [11/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 14 2012	Views/Reads: 2111/1525	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger meets Mel the Archangel in the Afterlife.

ELEVEN 

When Roger opened his eyes he found himself lying on a grassy bank by
the side of a road. Puzzled, he sat up and looked round. Rolling green 
fields stretched out on either side, the sun shone pleasantly warmly in 
a clear blue sky, birds sang sweetly in trees and a small stream 
bubbled and sparkled nearby. It all seemed rather relaxing somehow and 
Roger found himself unafraid. 

Wondering where he was he set off down the road, whistling away to
himself. Rounding a bend in the road, he spotted a man wearing a white 
robe who was sitting on a bench. He had white hair which fell to his 
shoulders and a likeable craggy face. The man smiled as he approached 
and Roger smiled back. 

‘He seems rather friendly,' thought Roger. ‘Perhaps he can tell me where
I am.' 

“Allo, mate!” the man called out cheerfully. “You dead then!?” 

“Dead!?” Roger said, stopping by the bench. “Me!?” 

“That's right, mate. Dead. You.” 

Roger's stomach quivered in fear as it all came rushing back to him –
Uhuruland, Hub Cap, Big Lucas, the execution. He swallowed. The 
execution. His execution. Rather weak at the knees, he slumped down on 
to the bench beside the stranger. 

“That's right, mate, sit down,” the man said. “Like a good natter with a
corpse, does I. What's yer name?” 

Roger bit his lip. “Roger White. So I'm really...dead? Actually dead?”
he asked weakly. 

The stranger nodded. “Fraid so, sport.” 

Roger swallowed. “Who are you then? Are you dead too?” 

The man laughed. “Well, in a way,” he replied. “I'm an Angel, an
Archangel to be exact. Mel's the name. Mel the Archangel. Miracles an 
Religious Sightings, that's me.” 

“An Archangel!?” Roger asked in amazement, wondering if he should bow or
kneel or something like that. 

Mel nodded. “That's right, Roger, an Archangel but you don't have to bow
or kneel or anythin like that,” he said, grinning. 

Roger smiled in relief and Mel laughed again. He took out a pipe, filled
it with tobacco and lit it. 

“Ah, there's nothin like a pipe an a good natter with a stiff!” he said.
“Bet you've never met an Archangel before?” he asked, his blue eyes 
twinkling. 

Roger shook his head. “This is the first time I've been dead,” he
muttered. 

Mel grinned. “That's what you think,” he told him. 

Roger however was frowning in thought. “Well if I'm dead,” he said,
“where am I?” 

“The next plane of existence. The next life. The afterlife,” Mel
answered. “Call it what you like but you're here.” 

“Oh!” muttered a surprised Roger. 

“Didn't believe it existed, did you?” Mel scolded, wagging a finger at
Roger. “In for a few surprises then, aren't we?” 

“Hmmm, it certainly looks that way,” admitted Roger. “Er...what happens
to me now then?” he asked, a tremor in his voice, his arms, his legs, 
all over. 


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