What Happened When Frank Died: The Line

Frank died.

He stood in line, patiently. Then, he frowned. He turned to the man next to him.

“Why are we in line?”

The large hairy face contorted into a hell-if-I-know expression. Frank tried to figure out how he got into line. He traced his steps only to find, there were none. He looked back at the man beside him.

“Are we dead?”

The man looked thoughtful a moment. Then said, “looks that way.”

Frank looked left, right and up, they were in a hallway. It was gray and business looking. Frank tried to peak around the edge of the line. It just seemed to go on, forever. The hallway was just barely wide enough for two by two. Frank stepped forward a bit, trying to squeeze around the person in front of him.

“Hey man! No cutting!”

Frank turned around. A youth of about nineteen was giving him a tough look. Frank shrugged and stepped back into line.

“Charlie.” A hand appeared in front of Frank. Frank took it and looked at the hairy man again.

“Frank.”

Charlie nodded.

“So, do you have any idea what is going on?” Frank asked.

Charlie shrugged. “I mean, it seems like we’re all dead. That part is for sure. And, the line is going somewhere. It moves every now and then. But, yeah, that is kind of it. Some think this is hell, some think it’s just the line to get into heaven.”

Frank thought for a moment.

“What happens if you just pushed people out of the way and walked up to the front?”

Charlie laughed. He pointed at himself.

“What?” Frank asked.

“Well, you get kicked back to the end. To be fair, I didn’t force my way, I just chatted, made friends and they let me pass. Until some prick snitched on me.”

“Snitched on you to who?”

Charlie shrugged, “No idea, he just yelled ‘that bastard is cutting,’ then, poof, you’re my new line buddy, and you just died. So, I am assuming this is somewhere near the tail end.”

“When did you die?”

Charlie bobbed his head side-to-side, thinking. “Maybe a couple years ago, or, an eternity, who knows” he decided.

Frank’s stomach fell. “You’ve been here, standing in line, for years?”

Charlie nodded. “It’s not so bad. We tell stories, or make up games, or have a bit of sex. Thank God, or well, The Great Hallway Deity, that we don’t have to eat or defecate. That was really the worst part of living, I think. Oh! And there is this.”

Charlie smiled as though he were a kid about to show Frank his new game system. Instead, he grabbed Frank around the neck, hard. He squeezed. Frank felt his breath cut off. Instinctually he kicked out at Charlie, but, Charlie just chuckled, barely noticing the blow.

“Think,” Charlie was saying, “just think, you’re dead.”

And then Frank thought and he realized, he didn’t feel any pain, or light headedness, just a weird pressure where Charlie was holding him. Charlie let go.

Frank started breathing again, out of habit.

Charlie clapped him on the back.

Frank frowned.

“What is so great about that?” Frank asked.

Charlie shrugged, “No idea, just think it’s pretty neat.”

Frank leaned against the wall and looked at Charlie, thinking.

“You’re a weird guy Charlie,” Frank decided.

Charlie laughed.

“I’ve been standing in line in a hallway for years, I’m normal.”

Frank chuckled. Then sighed.

“Alright, well, this line will get to where it’s going eventually. What kind of stories you got?”

Charlie lit up.

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7 comments

  1. I love the “weirdness” of this — the presumptions of the living don’t necessarily apply in the land of the dead – how comically absurd is this! Yet the “natural” instincts still kick in. LOL – I’m going to be laughing with this one all through the day 🙂

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  2. I like the element of mystery in this one, flash365, the is it a line for Heaven, something else or just hell? From the clues I’m going for the latter, the main one being the two week wait. As if Heaven’s that busy. But also the dark line in humour you peddle so well 🙂

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  3. This was one of the most harmless Frank stories. Everything very sorted. There is no cutting in line, patience is practiced and spent with stories, games and a bit of sex. No pain, no eating or toilet problems …. and Charly is there. Not so bad …the question is the line to heaven or hell, or perhaps this is hell as there is no end of queue.. lively dialogues and very entertaining, gorgeous!

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  4. hmmm,slowly there are coming more and more ideas up to the Frank stories.
    The stories spell all between life and the afterlife without knowing what happens in the afterlife. A state in the hover, so to say, the feelings, memories and ways of thinking still as in life, but a situation which is incapable of action and in which at least is no more grief. Every week he dies in a different way, perhaps even this is a meta thing? Often Frank meets Charly rarely on David. David is Charly and Charly died a few years ago. David has been died long before. I wonder if David, Charly and Frank are not one and the same person. They are dying again and again. Only with the difference that David and Charly died for another reason and in another time and there are no extra stories for them. Because they do no longer die, but remain in the intermediate world.

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    • hm. well that would certainly be a much more complex way of looking at the characters. I can tell you for sure that I do not intend them to be the same character but I appreciate the analysis of the whole situation. Many of these stories are things I am curious about that I explore through the characters.

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