the Guardian - Part 2

"So you died, eh? Electrocution is a bummer," said the salamander.

"Not so much, it actually was rather ticklish," replied Florae. "Who are you, where am I, and what's going on?" Florae tended to be concise.

"I am known as MacAbre. It's a Scottish name. You are in Buenos Aires, Argentina, you've died, and I'm here to show you what's next."

"What about heaven?"

"You'll have time for that later," responded MacAbre. "Now, first we're gonna get you some ñoquis, and then we're gonna watch people die."

"Why?"

"It's part of your training."

"No, I meant why do we have to eat pasta? How about something low carb?"

"Low carb hasn't been invented yet."

THAT EVENING

"Woah! Didja catch the airtime on that one? That guy's toast! Get the putty scraper, there's a mess to tidy up!"

"Ugh, I can't take much more of this," said Florae queasily. "This is extremely depressing, and you've yet to tell me what this training is for."

"Oh, man I was just kidding about that. I just like watching this stuff. You're new job starts next week. You've got a bridge to watch."

"What's so great about watching a bridge?"

Which way should the story go? What is so great about watching a bridge, What greater purpose will she serve? Leave your comments!