No Do-Overs. A Lunch Girl 6.

Thank you for stopping by. Not entirely sure where Lunch Girl is headed but in case you’d like to read where we’ve been up until today, click on the following titles:
Lunch Girl, Lunch Girl Walks Again and Den Parents of the Dead.

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“What’s the big deal, man, I didn’t hurt her – she didn’t know I was dead!” exclaimed the young man, class of 2024 “Cemetery of Survivors”; the old man in front of him somehow made Brendan want to punch something.

“It’s simply not done, boy, not without prior approval by the Committee for Corporeal Manifestation; contact with the still-alives is a matter of quite a serious nature.”

Angus usually deferred to Maureen on issues and problems with new residents but for some reason the young man with the wild, wavy brown hair had touched a chord in him. Brendan’s obvious struggle to accept being dead, while not unusual in new residents, resonated; his own difficulty understanding the complex rules of the spiritual world was no less urgent, time however, has a way of making the most pressing matters, less so.

“I’m not meant to be here, you know; besides, I never saw the light they always talk about, the one you’re supposed to walk towards. Why should I when it was supposed to be my friend on the bus that night?”