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    Dead as a Doorpost: Deadish, #3
    Dead as a Doorpost: Deadish, #3
    Dead as a Doorpost: Deadish, #3
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    Dead as a Doorpost: Deadish, #3

    By Naomi Kramer

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    John's dead.

    He's pretty happy about it, actually.

    So's his wife, Melissa.

    Linda, on the other hand, suspects foul play - and she's not going to rest until she finds out what happened.

    This is a very short book - novelette length - around 10 000 words or 40 (print) pages.

    Warning: Contains frequent foul language, adult themes, and Aussie insults. Not suitable for children.

    John says:
    So I died. So I don't remember how I died. I'm dead, I'm in heaven. That sounds like a happy ending to me. So why does Linda care so much? I don't.

    Melissa says:
    I've been mooning around heaven for years waiting for my husband to turn up. He finally makes it, and he's joined at the hip to a blonde tart who thinks clothes are 'like, so lame'. I am not happy.

    Mack says:
    I'm madder than a roo with sunstroke. I know nothing. Leave me alone!

    Linda says:
    There's something really weird going on here, and I want to know what, #### it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPurple Furphy
    Release dateMay 10, 2011
    ISBN9781386218463
    Dead as a Doorpost: Deadish, #3
    Author

    Naomi Kramer

    Naomi is a coffee-obsessed full-time writer living in Brisbane, Australia. She loves big furry animals and spends an inordinate amount of time in hospitals. Favourite things: Coffee, red wine, chocolate. Least favourite things: People who complain about her Australian spelling.

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      Dead as a Doorpost - Naomi Kramer

      Prelude

      Eurgh.

      Oh, you’re awake!

      The man on the bed stares until the blurry outline sharpens into a man in a nurse’s uniform, friendly-looking, sitting on the side of the mattress and beaming at him.

      Umm, he says, not entirely sure he wants to be.

      Hey, cheer up! You’re not in pain, are you? the nurse says.

      Errr… he swallows to moisten his throat. I don’t think – no, no, I’m not.

      Good! the nurse says, and stays right where he is, looking expectantly at the patient.

      After a few minutes of scrutiny, the patient is feeling a little uncomfortable.

      I can’t feel my legs – or any of my body, actually, he says. I suppose it’s the painkillers?

      All perfectly normal, the nurse says, still smiling, still watching him with that odd look of anticipation.

      What…happened? the patient asks, starting to worry that his situation isn’t quite as normal as he’d like, or at least – not normal for the category of hospital patient he’d like to be.

      You died, the nurse says casually, leaning forward to flick something or other off the patient’s face.

      Shit! No wonder I’m doped up! What happened? An accident? Where am I?

      Heaven, the nurse says.

      WHAT?

      You’re still dead, dearie.

      I am not!

      You definitely are, pet.

      Stop calling me stupid names! What the hell is this? he yells.

      Hey! the nurse says, drawing back. No need to overreact, it’s not like you never saw it coming, right?

      The accusation of overreacting to his own death leaves the patient speechless for a few seconds, long enough for the nurse to pat his hand, get off the bed and saunter out of the room.

      Dead? he whispers to himself.

      Surely this is a stupid med student prank, he thinks, but what med student would risk his career messing with the patients like this?

      He struggles to lift an arm, with no success. Leg, ditto. Then he laughs, lifts his head instead. He’d already known he had control of that, once he thought about it. He focuses in on his body, and blinks. It almost looks as though – he’s see-through?

      He screams.

      (Melissa)

      I walk along the beach, admiring the sand and the ocean and the clouds. It’s never the same, this beach, it’s like Monet’s waterlily paintings, all the same, but all different in little and big ways. I find a quiet patch of sand and lie down on the towel that magically appears, and stare at the clouds. Shapes form in the clouds, but a little more blatantly than down below…ducks, rabbits, a whole zoo of animals slowly parading across the sky.

      Sighing, I stare at the blue sky and wonder how long I’ve been here. I know it’s not the done thing to care about time when you’ve got an

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