When you are ready The Truth

Welcome to your new home. This is where you will live until you die. Which won't be for awhile.

What? I'm not ready to live where I will die. I wanted to live in other places before then.

Sorry it's too late.

But... will I be happy here?

I can't say.

You won't or can't?

Can't. It's all up to you.

You bastard, you're the one who put me here!

I did not.

Who did?

...

You're saying I put myself here aren't you?

We always know 
The Truth
, although we rarely admit to it.

You fucking asshole, I'm going to fucking kill you.

You will still be here. Your life will still remain.

...

I will leave you now. Be well. As you can manage.

When will I see you again?

When you are ready.

When will that be?



Have you already left?



Hello? Hello?

Flash Fiction Practice