He had a visitor that evening. Not a visitor he expected. Not totally unexpected, but not expected at this hour. The visitor reminded him of a meeting he had. This was a meeting he was looking forward to. He left with The Visitor, glad.

Thoughts moved through his head...rapidly, at a blinding pace. Memories, people. Betrayal, disbelief. Friends, foes. Life flashed before his eyes. No trepidation, no fear, no regrets. Just absolute consciousness. The Self. But there wasnt too much time. 20 storeys down sounds a long distance, but 4 seconds isnt too long.

The last thing he felt was not the concrete...it was the smell of blood in his nostrils...its acrid taste on his tongue...then....ethereal....

After all, how could he disobey The Grim Reaper inviting him for a meeting with His Maker?

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I had thought of this in the morning, but could make it only in the night...and it doesnt seem to work now!! :-(

Nevertheless, this is the first time I've tried something of this sort, comments and criticism will be more appreciated than usual.