This writing is based off of the prompt "Why is Ian struggling to steer his car?"
Well, obviously it's because he died. But he doesn't know that. His mind hasn't registered that it's not a wheel he feels between his translucent fingers but the memory of what a wheel is supposed to feel like. When an arm in amputated, a war veteran may experience similar sensations. Even after being educated on the 'phantom limb,' the sensation tricks our other senses into thinking they are still working.
This is what Ian is experiencing. When we die, our souls still intact allow our memories, emotions and sensations attached to this dead thing override our other senses.
At this point, we aren't even aware that we no longer possess these mortal senses. Some of the living have already tapped into their immortal senses before their bodies die. Those are the lucky ones. The ones that have a leg up on the war that begins the moment you die. The war that none of us are truly prepared for.
We try to yell at Ian. We know he's been given to our side. But his immortal senses are still dull. He keeps trying to shift gears. He keeps slamming his foot on the clutch and to us he looks like a bird trying to flap its wings while standing perfectly still. We know that's what he is doing though. He doesn;t move, yet we can see his intentions. That is a sense we all possess while alive and dead. Most of the living ignore this sense.
We have been here for a very long time...
We can only pray that he will sharpen his sense in time. Our collective goes through the checklist of available/known senses trying to see which ones Ian might be able to tap into. Which ones he may have already tapped into while he blood still pumped through his veins. It wouldn't be long now...
The other side is coming.
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...