Flash Fiction: Near Death

One sunny Thursday
in the middle of May,
Holly Bennett’s heart stopped
on the operating table.
The medical professionals
pronounced her deceased.
Imagine their surprise
when she opened her eyes
a couple of hours later.
Holly Bennett fled the scene
in a hospital gown,
wandering to the edge of town,
where lightning danced across an open field,
beneath night-tinted clouds,
drifting to the grass.
Closer and closer, the electricity crept,
until the moment she heard the voices,
and then she wept,
for the other side called to her,
a chorus of voices beckoning,
angels, demons,
ghosts in the midst of dreaming,
and though it clung to her
with a heavy-handed grip,
this world was no longer hers.
So, laughing, she chased the bolts
and waited for the ride back to the ether.