The old woman found herself standing next to the cleaner and staring down at her own body. ‘Am I..?’
‘Yes, you have died, Norma,’ said the cleaner. ‘My name is Maria. Hold my hand and I’ll help you towards the light.’ She hadn’t spoken aloud.
‘Don’t just stand there staring into space — this floor needs cleaning,’ said the nurse.
Maria blinked, nodded and began mopping, awaiting her next call.