A dimly lit train station surrounded by darkness.
Flickering souls, like giant fireflies, waiting impatiently. They hover around the loading platform. A train’s whistle breaks the silence…
“Step right up folks! Have your holo-tickets ready. No shoving or cutting into line now,” an old man with a conductor’s hat on, called out.
The train took off into the vast darkness, its steel wheels humming like celestial music. Inside, two souls were deep in conversation:
“That sure was close,” the first soul, whose name was Rosco, said with a sigh of relief. “If it wasn’t for those extra points I earned giving up my life for those kids, I think I would have gotten a one-way trip to hell.”
“Don’t be too confident now. We still face challenges before making it to Heaven,” the second soul, whose name was Harry, pointed out.
“You’re right, of course. We still have three trials to face before getting our wings,” Roscoe agreed.
“My first ticket is to a place called Agincourt, on October 25th, 1415, during the Hundred Years War,” Harry said.
“What’s your new name?” Roscoe politely asked.
“Peter Archer, I’m a long bowman for King Henry V.”
“My new name is Albert McColloch, and I’m a bystander at the OK Corral shootout in Tombstone, Arizona, on October 26, 1881,” Roscoe said, after closely scanning his holo-ticket stub.
“Looks like you’ll be getting off this train after me if the stops are chronological,” Harry observed.
“I hate to admit it,” Roscoe said, “but I was a politician in my old life.”
“That explains your close call for getting the tickets.”
“I know,” Roscoe confessed. “I’m sure grateful that I qualified for the Karma program and got these opportunities to show why I’ll make a good angel.”
“Next stop coming up!” the conductor’s voice suddenly rang out.
Harry stood up and stretched.
“Agincourt!” the conductor announced.
“Good luck to you Roscoe. I hope to see you in heaven some day,” Harry said before hurrying down the narrow aisle to the open door.
Roscoe watched him leave and the conductor close the door. He looked out into the darkness and prayed that he wouldn’t run for mayor of Tombstone.
As It Stands, souls, and what happens to them, are one of my favorite themes.
2 thoughts on “All Aboard the Soul Train!”
Great story here. One tiny thing that bothered me was naming the tickets- holo-tickets. Since they’re souls, they’re hologram-esque which presumably means that everything in the universe is hologram-esque. Calling the tickets – holo-tickets, would be redundant. As I’ve said, it’s just a little thing and it didn’t detract from the experience at all
Thanks Alex! You make a good point.