Nothingness. Darkness. Blackness. It stretches infinitely in every direction, moist with an eeriness slithering down my spine. I should've known the emptiness and cruelness I felt in life would follow me over into death. It appears once a bad hand is dealt, one must play it for eternity.
A feminine chuckle echoes from somewhere in the depths of nowhere. "Silly girl."
"Who's there?" I shout, not nearly as frightened as I should be given the situation.
A light from no visible source gradually illuminates the darkness from overhead--like a spotlight. I'm in awe as the brightness consumes the nothingness--a wonderful sensation washing over me. Is this hope I'm feeling?
"Who's there?" I shout again.
I see a figure walking towards me with shuffling steps, still chuckling beneath her breath. "You. Starkers. In front of two tidy lads. A pity, really. A pity it takes a wonky arse for you to snap out of yourself."
As the light from above shines brighter, I realize the stranger inching towards me is royalty. Wearing a crown glittering with diamonds, Queen Elizabeth has somehow morphed from a portrait on the Urgent Care wall to an old lady standing in front of me.
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**2016 WATTYS WINNER FOR VISUAL STORYTELLING** Letting her appearance fall to the wayside and desperate to find a reason for her life, Marilyn sits half naked in an Urgent Care examination room with a mysterious skin itch. If she can survive the hum...