Dead In a Shed (YJA2017)
Jacy opened her laptop and entered her password, then shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee. It was 4 am and her relentless back pain had once
again woken her from her slumber. She reached for the acetaminophen bottle and poured a few into her hand. Listening to her own common sense
screaming inside her head she put two back and swallowed the remaining three.
"That stuff is killing you, killing your liver!!" she heard her own mind say.
Rolling her eyes, she twisted the cap off a fresh water bottle and swallowed.
"Whatever...whatever..." she muttered while reaching for a clean mug and knocking the plate of donuts all over the counter top.
A few minutes later Jacy was logged into her favourite site, reading, slurping coffee and wiping crumbs off the keyboard.
"I wonder who's online?" she thought while scanning the 'recent posts' and manoeuvering her way to The Shed thread. Suddenly a sharp pain ripped
across her lower back.
"Holy #@%!" she swore, writhing in pain and knocking the computer onto the floor. As each spasm increased the frightened girl started worrying.
"Where are my kidneys?" she grimaced feeling around her back. "Damn Mandela Effect stories and now I don't even know where my kidneys are! Or is
that my liver? I dunno where the liver is...my liver...MY LIVER!! Ohhh..."
And just as she realized what was happening, she lost consciousness.
"I smell garlic."
"Who said that?"
My eyes snapped open and stared in horror..."Whaaaa.aaa.aaat??" came out of my mouth as I tried to focus on the apparition in front of me. Then I
must have been making *shifty eyes* as I scrunched up my face and asked, "Who are you and where am I?" because the creature threw back it's head
and started laughing at me. Standing straight up I noticed no back pain at all, and I was actually feeling pretty good. Taking advantage of that
situation, I quickly turned and started running towards a forest of trees.
"Ah no ya don't," came that same voice and I got jerked back face-to-face with the speaker. Only now it wasn't a Troll-like creature, it was a
handsome faced man in a fedora. As I opened my mouth to speak his name, he smiled seductively, placed one finger to his lips (sssh!) and then
instantly changed into a ferret. "Sophie?" I squeaked wondering what fresh Hell was THIS?
The ferret (who was indeed Sophie) proceeded to explain..."It's simple, you're dead." then turned to scamper towards a strange rainbow-striped
building that I hadn't noticed earlier. Following her I didn't feel fear or dread, just an overwhelming sense of coming home. "Dead" I
snickered..."that Sophie"...but then I stopped and looked up at the sky. It was a strange mix of pinks and purples, but those weren't birds flying
up there...they were dragons.
"Jacy!!" a female voice was calling me from the rainbow doorway. As I got closer I could see she wore a beautiful brocade gown and had some wicked
pointy ears. "I could SO rock those!" I thought to myself as I smiled back at her and entered what looked like a garden Shed.
"Let me explain to you what's happening," she said gently whilst clapping her hands and waving directions to...pixies?
As I looked around the rather enormous room I heard a faint Scottish accent speaking and guitars playing somewhere just out of my view. There was a
sweet smell of pastry baking and also I could detect coffee brewing. Just when I was beginning to believe that my Tylenol had been spiked, the pretty
Elf started speaking and soon a crowd was silently gathered around us.
"Sophie said I'm dead!" I blurted, and was annoyed to hear guffaws of laughter.
"You are dead," said the Elf-woman while the others nodded and threw glitter.
"No, I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming about writing in The Shed and I'm drugged...yep, I'm dreaming." and then I nodded "yes" for validation.
"Honey, you died in your living room and your soul came to The Shed. You go to your happy place, didn't you know that?" I shook my head "no".
I had nothing to say to that so I was glad when she continued.
"Your soul has brought you to this place for rest and refuge. When you feel strong enough you may venture forth on any adventure that you
desire...or you may stay here. The choice is yours, it always has been."
And with that, I will say...