Tripp shouted joyfully as he hurtled through space, turning somersaults. He shot through the portal and sped toward Earth.
As a retriever, Tripp had the coolest job in the afterlife. Working with the newly departed wasn’t always easy, though. Some resisted. He didn’t understand why people wanted to stay anchored to such a dreadful place. Death was the best thing that ever happened to him.
He flew into Kaya’s drab hospital room and immediately knew she was a kindred spirit. After a long, hard battle, she was ready and eager. He smiled, took her hand and led her to freedom.
Photo credit: C. Hase
This is my offering for Friday Fictioneers. Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, this group of writers meets weekly to share flash fiction stories (around 100 words) based on a photo prompt. Go here and click the blue froggy button to read the other stories.