An echo

-What’s after death Mid?
-Nothing hun.
-C’mon, they say there’s a place where we all go.
-And I’m saying there’s nothing. No heaven, no hell, no soul to do the hitchhiking after the death. Nothing.
-Well….if you put it that way, it sounds just hollow. Scary… And very, very sad.
-Scary? You are frightened just because you’re afraid to leave everything you know, everything you are, Bella. And sad… imagine that after my death you will have a chance to prove that I was a real witch, how about that?
-You know that’s impossible!
-On the contrary🙃 All you have to do is to blow a tiny speck of my ashes off your hand, telling your friends “There, told ya she could fly…”