This story is a highly-condensed version of a story based on a dream I had this past Monday (it therefore counts!) ;)
I'll be posting the full version either this weekend or early next week. Without further ado!
"Transition"
Word count: 492
Jenny knew she was dieing from the age of eight – an
incurable illness that would likely kill her before she turned twelve. After her tearful funeral a year later she
was sent off to the Marlayna Children’s School for the remainder of her
corporeal existence. Part hospital, part
boarding school, part monastery, the Marlayna School was part of a vast
nationwide network of centers where the dieing learned how to do so peacefully
in a medically observed, yet supportive environment.
Jenny liked her new home and made friends quickly – all were
terminally ill like herself and all were under the age of fifteen. The children had a couple hours of academic
studies each day (just in case they miraculously pulled through and needed to
reenter society). They had music, dance
and art classes as well as copious amounts of play time; but the main focus was
yoga and meditation.
When Jenny was ten years old, she noticed she was getting
weaker rather than stronger. Her
caregivers took notice too and paid her special attention, reminding her of her
breathing techniques when her heart fluttered. She practiced her mindfulness and letting go
of tension. Finally the moment came
during reading time – she felt a shudder rake her whole body as her heart
skipped into an arrhythmia that no amount of coughing would reset. A strange
sense of disorientation took her and she was distantly aware that she was no
longer breathing.
When Jenny’s senses settled, she was still sitting in her
chair, though she knew she was now dead.
Her caregiver, Margaret set her book down and said, “Well
done Jenny, you handled the start of Transition beautifully. Now stand up and look at your body.”
Amidst the admiring stares of her classmates, Jenny got up
easily from her seat and turned to look at her shed physical form – which could
just as easily had been sleeping. Jenny
felt no sadness at having been permanently dislodged from her body – it would
be handled by the school staff, this was her final chance to say goodbye to it.
For the next few days living people would still be able to
see her and she’d still be able to interact with the world around her. People in Transition didn’t float like
stereotypical ghosts; they weren’t transparent per say, though it was obvious
they were no longer fully corporal.
Jenny knew her form would become more nebulous as she moved through
Transition – slowly aligning itself to the higher vibrational frequency of the
Next Plane.
When she was finished inspecting her body, Margaret led
Jenny back to her room to help get her packed for her trip home. Though she’d already said goodbye to her
friends and family, she would need to go back and visit all her old “haunts” to
make sure no lingering desires or regrets remained behind to hold her back from
completing Transition. It was her chance
to say goodbye to being alive.