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Alessio returned from the dead, and I think he is still taking drugs

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Alessio returned last night. I woke to find him standing in front of the window with the full moon behind him that made him glow turquoise. 

“My friend, I have so much to tell you.”

“Is that really you, Alessio? The thing is, you are dead.”

I sat up in bed. Everything seemed real yet I knew it must be a dream. Alessio looked different. It was definitely him but he looked older and well groomed.

“Of course I am dead. There was no way I would have survived falling from such a great height and lived.” 

Alessio stepped into the room but still had that strange glow about him. 

“Why are you a funny colour?”

“Ah,” he said, “it is the colour of oro and is quite normal. It fades after a while.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Relax my friend. Don’t be frightened. I have something exciting to say. When we were young boys we were taught that God created this beautiful planet that spins. But I have found out something remarkable. The earth that you see from space looks to be one planet, but everything is not as it appears. To our eyes it appears as one, but that is not the case because there are really three worlds superimposed over one other..”

“Alessio. Wherever it is you have come from, I see that there is an abundance of drugs for you to take.”

“Hear me out. God was a multi-tasker and didn’t create one world, but created three – the past, the present, and the future. He was a genius. The reason that the earth spins is because it allows the past, present and future to rotate together. Sometimes each of the worlds moves faster, sometimes slower, but each spins unknown to the other, but occasionally they slip into each other and voila, you end up where you aren’t supposed to be. I am testimony to that. Right now I’m in a controlled time slip. I am a ghost standing before you, and you appear as a ghost to me.

“The exciting thing is that you are in the present and when you die you will cross over, and without knowing it, you will be reborn into the past or the future. It’s a potluck where you end up. When I died I moved into the future where I grew up to be a wonderful scientist, part of a secret AI team that discovered this amazing shit, and right now I’m part of an experiment that is communicating with the past, or should that be the present? I might not remember anything when I return, but, so far so good, I know why I’m here, and came knowing nothing about you, but immediately remembered who you were and everything that happened between us. Bad boys always recognise bad boys. How are you, by the way?”

“It’s a lot to take in,” I stuttered. “Does that mean there isn’t a heaven? Or hell for that matter?” 

“On the contrary my friend. Heaven is where you might perceive hell to be. Three lifetimes and we all go to heaven. It’s a place that no living person can ever go to, but tomorrow, when the sun is high in the sky, think about why it is that the sun is so hot. It is what is behind that fiery facade where the answer to your question lies. And, by the way, there is no hell, and if there is, we’ve yet to discover it.”

“This is bizarre,” I told him. “This is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.”

“Think of it as a dream if you like.” He looked at his hand. “My oro is almost gone so I must return. But remember what I’ve told you, and if you care to tell anyone then I am sure that they will think you are quite mad. Goodbye Lucio. It has been good to see you again.”

That Dream / It’s good to see you again, but I also have something to tell you

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That was a bloody good dream I had that night. 

I walked into a room and found Sam Roberts smiling like he always did. I expected him to disappear, but he didn’t, and he gave me a big hug. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I’m always here, but you never see me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve not seen you for nearly 40 years.”

“Well, this week you’ve been thinking about me, and that’s a good reason to see you.”  

I didn’t know what to say. 

“But I also have something to tell you,” he added. “I want you to know that we never go away, and that means that you should never be sad.”

“Grandad, I’m not sad. In fact, I’m incredibly happy to see you.”

He was about to say something else but thought better of it. I could see that his figure was quickly fading, and there was only enough time for him to smile and wave, and in a flash, he had vanished.

Today, I thought about that dream after I received the telephone call to say that my dad had passed away.

The lost children

On a cold dark night, the car park is empty. The only movement is the rubbish that blows across the front of the shop.

The old man who buys a loaf of bread doesn’t see them. Neither does the woman who pulls up in a Range Rover. An old woman ties her dog to a post, and only her little Yorkie can see them. They play with it, and when she comes back with her milk, she admonishes the dog as it whines and strains on its lead.  

But they are there. They are there night after night, but you won’t see them. These lost souls hang outside the Co-op and sit on the railings and talk to each other.

They are angry, sad, and have regrets, but at least they have each other. And they joke, fancy one another, and never grow old.

These are the lost children. The dead. The people who lost their young lives to knives, guns, drugs, and horrific violence. They think they are too young to move on. Instead, they cling to the fragments of their short lives and hope that they will be returned to the living. It will never happen.

One by one, they will grow tired, and when they do, they are at their most vulnerable. That bright light will be too hard to ignore, and they will walk across that lonely car park and disappear forever. And then one night, they will all be gone