Part 7 of my short story – you can find all the previous parts here too. Let me know what you think.
By Hassan Izzo
I nodded in response.
“It’s actually been seven days.”
I studied the woman opposite me. I’d only ever seen photographs of my grandmother and was fairly sure that this woman was her, but my mind was struggling to take everything in. “Is it really you?”
“Is granddad here?” She didn’t respond straight away and I don’t know why, but I sensed she was trying to maintain her composure.
“I’m going to ask that you trust me.”
“You weren’t meant to see all of this now, but you are here, so I need you to trust me and do as I say.”
“OK, I trust you.”
“Good, because you wouldn’t want to spend eternity in that corridor would you?”
My mouth went dry instantly at the thought. “No…why, could that happen?”
“Only if you do not listen to me, my dear boy.”
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