By Paula Bianchi –

Lucy’s vision slowly began to clear as she began to recognize the decorations in her living room with their familiar shades of earth tones. She was also acutely aware she was not alone.

“We’ve all been so worried about you, Lucy.” Ava rushed to her side.

Lucy found herself standing in the middle of the Livingroom with no memory of how she’d gotten there. She looked down at her body dressed in a navy blazer with matching slacks, and a sky-blue blouse. She touched her body up and down, then slowly reached up to touch her head and neck as she remembered her last thoughts before blacking out.

“Decapitated.” Lucy repeated, rubbing her neck.

“It’s never easy coming to terms with how and why we died. Some of us can live in a constant replay of our deaths, while others show the physical effects of theirs…