The Moment of Afterlife

I knew I was dead because we didn’t need matches any more. I knew I had died because we no longer used gas - the oven was electrical, and yet I could smell lit matches in the kitchen, and the scent of gas was in the air. This was the world of my childhood, the world of my memories, and as soon I was aware of this flaw in reality, I was aware of others, too. There were flowers in bloom in the garden, but yesterday it had been winter, and the patterns of the wallpaper, the carpets, were s...