“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ruby’s twin sister whispered in her ear. The trails of uncertainty in Trudy’s breath caused Ruby’s heart to thump thump thump.
Finishing the n in her last name “Rubicon” with flair, Ruby dropped the ancient fountain pen onto the solid oak table, which had been passed from generation to generation. She nodded a weak Yes.
“But why did she choose you?” Trudy whined. Of course, both sisters knew the answer. Grandma Bishop preferred the first born, but even more, she preferred the sister with more “spine and soul,” as Grandma used to say.
Ruby straightened her spine and lifted her soul up toward Grandma’s form, chanting:
“This is for you, this is for us, I know what I do, will generate dust. But in my new form I’ll start anew, in a life that will be perfectly beauteous.”
Trudy gasped. “Here they come!”
A half dozen blue-hooded beings appeared in the large cavern, floating toward the oak desk, and the list. The tallest intoned:
“Those who chose this path, cannot return aftermath.”
A finger pointed toward the cave opening, and Ruby walked toward the light.
“I’ll always love you, no matter what happens,” Trudy cried.
But with a poof, Ruby would never remember her sister, or this experience of entering a new realm, and a new life.