Blood, coffee beans, tears

He absent-mindedly stepped off the pavement to cross the road.

He didn’t see the bus rushing his way.

The vehicle of death rammed into the body, shattering his ribs and sending him flying a good 8 to10 feet away.

A woman screamed. The crowd gathered.

Surprisingly, he liked the pain that was tearing through his body.

BLOOD.

He could taste the blood which was flowing from his forehead, where the shards of glass had cut him, to the thin crevice of his lips.

From his half-open eyes, everything looked red, as some of the blood clotted his vision. And the sight which greeted him, horrified him no end.

He saw an angel of death. The angel was furious with the human, and seemed mightily pleased at the human’s current state.

The angel knelt down, shoved something forcibly into his mouth and commanded him to chew it.

COFFEE BEANS.

“CHEW!!” the angel screamed. “CHEW!!” The screams reverberated and pierced his ears.

The bitter taste of coffee beans, mixed with blood, tasted like hell.

TEARS

It didn’t take long for the tears to roll down his cheek. Hot, burning drops of tears singed his skin as it got mixed with his blood.

“This….is…..your……..REDEMPTION!!!” the angel shouted.

He felt the earth shake as the last word thundered above him.

“Redemption?” he thought. “Ahh! Redemption,” he said, as the truth dawned upon him.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

“He’s no more,” announced the doctor who’d been in the crowd and had rushed forward to help.