Mary is single workaholic and lives in a small apartment downtown.
Never knowing what the work she does actually changes in the world, but she rarely stops to wonder about it so it doesn’t bother her.
When the noise of people talking and phone ringing ends, she tries to remember the time when she was little.
That she used to have an imagination, but she can’t seem to remember much of it.
So she keeps the remainders of her imagination in a jar on top of the ikea fireplace in the center of her small downtown apartment.

‘So this is it huh? No funeral procession or reception with coffee and cake?’
Lonnie wondered to himself while floating trough everything.

Lonnie just died and is now in a world that would be known as the ghostly world.

‘This place is so lame, and what’s with all the people it’s so crowded in here.’

He learns ghosts can’t fly trough each other, as he bumps into a girl named Heather.

“Yea it sucks here, this place is empty, cold, and filled with all the people that ever died. Talk about over crowded.” She tells him.
“But where is heaven or hell, or even god?” He asks.
She laughs but no one is really sure ghosts can laugh or not.

‘God? he’s not here and is yet to give a one man show.
The religious people here never say a word because they’re so bumped out about it.’

They laugh while floating in-between a uncountable amount of ghosts.

It was as crowded as trees in a Bob Ross painting.

The news spoke of a man that shot all his co-workers in cold blood.
The whole dinner table paused gasping for air.
“Don’t you work there?” Pamella asked her High school sweetheart she married and has five kids with, named Kirk.

He continues eating his meatballs in spaghetti sauce.

“Oh my God.” She gets up and picks up her 1 year old baby girl, again “Oh my God.”
She comes back with a shotgun and the baby under her arm shouting “Don’t move a muscle.”
With their mouths still filled with a bite to eat for the long drive to her mother they leave through the front door.
Her final words are “You sick bastard”

The sound of the TV and Kirk’s chewing fills the mobile home.
Scraping the last bits from his plate the TV reports
“The police has found the person responsible for this horrible act of violence in a back room where he had shot himself with his last bullet.”
He looks at the empty dinning table and laughs softly.

He goes to the ‘loo’ and drops a load.
In the most serene place in the house he rests his head for a moment.
Wipes his butt and pulls up his pants he see’s the calender hanging on the door, it’s still on last month.

So this is what can happen if you don’t tear off the previous month on the calender.
He tears of the old month revealing this month.

With a smile on his face he looks at his two weeks vacation written boldly across the squares.

Seeing just a small part of her clear white skin in the back of her neck between her scarf and her coat
was the most beautiful thing he had seen all day long.
Even though it was not much smaller than a penny.

That’s what he will call her in his head from now on.

‘Penny’

Looking out of the windows with the rain outside made him feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
The bus was packed with people in soaking wet clothes who had such sour looks on their faces
that it made him think they were walking lemons.
He was thirsty enough, he would have loved to take someone’s coat and wrench it above a glass.
‘Hmm.. lemonade’ he thought while wetting his lips.

‘Could the bus be flooded if all the soaked people wrenched their clothes?’
He thought to himself, if so than the bus would be a driving juice box and the city a supermarket.

‘Ah isle 4′, he thought to himself here is where he has to get off.

“So.. what is your sexual preference?”

Freek had a strange way of thinking about people’s intentions and is never really sure about them.
He spits the mouthful of tea he was about to swallow back into the mug.
This time he was sure..

He unwraps the biscuit he got when he said “Yes” to the innocent question “Biscuit?”
Slowly pulling away the wrapping it reveals a perfect round cornered square
biscuit designed in a streamlined fashion perfected for diving into a cup of tea.

“Do you fancy girl or boys?”

He gets out of the Freud’s couch and drops the biscuit on the floor and starts to grind it between the bottom of his shoe and the carpet.
Moving around the room like a Choo Choo Train.
His psychiatrist hides behind his notepad trying not to witness this violent act on a biscuit.
Freek leaves the room.
This time he was sure..

All Englishmen are homo.

Ashes travel through the field as their eyes meet.
They smile and look at each other for a brief moment.
And they exchange phone numbers by holding up their fingers.
She feels the butterflies inside her belly more than that time she stole lipstick from a store.
He also feels something..
This feels like love at first sight she thought.

He can’t hold his feeling thats coming from deep inside of him.
He loses control and starts to pick his nose with more aggresion than a well behaved gold digger.

He started farting as hard he could and praised himself depending on how they smelled.
Everyone turns toward him, but he doesnt notice while he burps some more letters from the alphabet.
The attention soon returns to the weird ass ceremony to remember Uncle Rob how he wanted to be remembered.

Above the field floats a hot air balloon carrying twenty virgins throwing his remains onto his favorite soccer team’s training field.