What Happened When Frank Died: The Wall

Frank died

Frank looked up.

The wall didn’t end. It didn’t disappear in the clouds. It didn’t fade gently into the nothingness of the sky. It simply didn’t end. Frank looked left, then right.

He frowned.

“Hello?” He called as he began walking. He looked down. The ground looked wet even though it wasn’t.

“On your left!” Someone called. Frank turned. A woman, elderly and nude, jogged past.

“Hey!” Frank called after her. She didn’t stop.

Frank started running after her. It didn’t take long to catch up, she was quite elderly; spry, but elderly.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Frank asked.

The elderly woman didn’t respond. She just motioned ahead. Frank looked. A line of people were leaning against the wall, chatting.

The woman slowed. Frank did as well. They stood in the back of the line. The woman took a breath.

“What is this?” Frank asked the woman.

“Hush, I’m thinking,” the woman snapped, jogging in place.

Frank looked up the line. It seemed long. He tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him. The man turned. He smiled.

“Hey, can you tell me what’s going on?”

The man looked at Frank, then the elderly woman.

“Ethel? You old bitch, still haven’t guess it then?”

The old woman flipped the man off. The man laughed. He held out a hand to Frank.

“Charlie.”

Frank took it.

“What’s going on?”

Charlie frowned. “That’s an odd name.”

Frank sighed. “Frank, my name is Frank. So, what is going on?”

Charlie looked thoughtful a moment. “Hard to explain,” he decided.

“Try me,” Frank said, frustrated.

“Alright, well, behind this wall is heaven, allegedly. Some block-head is guarding the door and you can’t get in without a password. If you don’t know it, you have to run around the wall and get back in line.”

“uh-huh,” Frank managed.

“I know, silly right? Well, I guess there are some who do know it.”

“Mormons,” Ethel growled. Frank turned. Ethel was looking ahead, a determined, dark look. She spat on the ground.

“Right,” Charlie said, “but they never tell anyone, so, we all just keep guessing. We’ve got to find it eventually. Ah, that reminds me.”

Charlie turns and starts scratching at the wall with his fingernail. It leaves a faint chalky trail.

“Pickle” it read.

Frank frowned at it.

“My last password attempt,” Charlie said, shrugging.

“Ethel?”

Ethel looked at the wall, then at Charlie.

“Piss-off.”

Charlie frowned. “Odd choice.”

He turned and scratched ‘piss-off’ into the wall.

He looked back at Frank.

“It’s not so bad, the line moves pretty fast. Look.”

Charlie motioned ahead of them. A small man in a green poncho stood outside a small black door. People approached him, said something, then started jogging.

Charlie was the first to reach the man.

“pickles!” he said jovially to the man. The man looked almost as if he might smile, but, instead, he said “NO ENTRY,” in a booming voice unfitting to his stature. Charlie shrugged and passed him by.

Frank stepped up.

“Hi, I—“ Frank began

“NO ENTRY,” The man said, simply.

“Idiot,” Ethel grumbled from behind Frank.

“Wait!” Frank tried, but without moving, he found himself on the back-side of the man. He tried to go back but some force kept him from moving. Frank sighed. He turned back around.

“Suckers!” he heard from behind him. Frank looked back. The man opened up the door as Ethel sidestepped into heaven.

 

8 comments

  1. Hahahaha! Loved the ending …. and now here is the million dollar question? does the password change according to each who shows up at the door?

    and why was Ethel naked?

    the questions of the inquiring mind …. great story – love how Frank keeps cycling and spiraling around in this “weird dead zone” ….

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    • I’m glad. I’d been thinking about this Frank story since I started writing them but I hadn’t been able to get it out until this past week. I personally have no idea what she said to get in. I’d like to think it was “pickled” but who knows. This weekend’s Frank will have her as well. She is in a few other stories but this is the first one I named her in.

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      • The way you’ve written it, well, at least my reading of it …. was that the “password” she used was “suckers” …. so who knows? Interesting ideas here …. can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

        Have a wonderful week 🙂

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      • Yeah, it’s meant to be a bit ambiguous. Whether she is calling everyone suckers or if she used that as the password. Because she is secretive I wondered if she would say it so loud. And because she is just a weird old lady she might call Everyone suckers. I didn’t make a decision one way or the other but I liked the idea of different interpretations.

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      • She’s fascinating …. but then, this whole lining up bit is cool too …. and love the have to run around before getting back in line! 🙂

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