Geoff Stevens

George sniffed and wet his lips as he stirred the coffee on the china saucer. Counter clock-wise and then clockwise, three turns to be exact, was his ritual. In the 30 years that he had been coming to this cafe, this ritual had never been broken, although he wasn’t sure why it was a ritual in the first place. …

The moment I died, I drifted into a state of endless nothingness. I didn’t see my body as I departed. I didn’t see any bright lights. One moment I was living, and the next—I simply wasn’t.

It’s hard to explain to someone that hasn’t experienced it.…