Arrival

slusheeduck:

I’m trying to write a post-movie fic but it’s not quite coming together. For now, here’s the first snippet from it; I have a second snippet I’ll upload later, too. 

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“You know, you can tell me if I’m in hell.”

Imelda entered the afterlife in the
same way she spent a majority of her life: alone, ready to get to work, and
frustrated at what was keeping her from getting to work. A few hours ago, the
target of that frustration had been her arthritis and weak lungs; now, it was
the skeleton in front of her who was sorting through entirely too many files
and making her wait.

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