As I wait in line to go into the underworld, I hold my dearest possessions. A photo of my family, my grandmothers ring and my fathers watch. The line is moving at an agonizing pace. Before you can cross the threshold, you must give up the possession you want most. Had I not killed that man I would have been going to the gates above the clouds.
50 spots back from the front.
It looks like I still have several hours until I reach the front. My father had given my this watch the day before he passed. He wore it everyday and it looks odd in my hands. My grandmother gave me her ring on my 16th birthday. It was given to her for her wedding from her aunt. The photo is my mother, father, two sisters, myself and my grandmother.
40 spots back from the front.
I can’t seem to decide who I will cast aside when the time comes. It seems logical that I would keep the picture since I could then look at everyone for eternity. But would that make it my most prized possession? The ring and the watch mean the most to me. If I kept the picture would it let me cross?
30 spots back from the front.
Would my grandmother feel anything if I gave her ring away? Same with my father? Do they see me from the clouds as I descend into the underworld? Would the rest of my family feel the betrayal as I choose the ring or watch over the photo?
20 spots back from the front.
In a flash I am at the threshold.
“#3698, what is your most prized possession?”
I stare at him and my heads swims as I think of what I need to keep. The fire pit to my left looms large and uninviting. The flames shoot out of the opening licking my feet.
Before I walk into the underworld I toss it all in the fire knowing that I don’t need objects to remember them.