THE PROMISE

by Mary C. White

 
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JULY 2007 #3

 

Joe I am running from the light.
Joe once again the fog surrounds me, yet I see you standing before me. I reach out and touch your arm. I feel you shiver.
Joe I smell your scent mingled with another. My god I am in a funeral home, standing alongside you. You are viewing my corpse. I never looked so beautiful.
The room is full of family, friends, and co-workers.
How is this possible Joe? Why won’t you acknowledge me? I ran back to be with you.
Oh my god there are our children and they are crying. Stop them Joe, they must not cry. I am not dead. I am here.
Joe damn everyone here. Please, please make them stop crying. Joe make everyone look closely and you and they will see me, your wife, your mother, and your friend.
Joe, the light has found me, the hand is reaching forward. It’s got me Joe, It is reeling me in, like a fish on a line.
Joe, I am flying upward towards a land of hope and glory. I had to go for I am dead to the world you live in.
Joe help. The light is gone. I have been tossed into a black void. Fires are erupting from the floor. A creature is coming towards me. He is hideous. His skin is scaled, his teeth fanged, his eyes blood red, and he is grinning ear to ear.
It speaks. Joe he has told me why I am here. Though I am enveloped in darkness I am happy. His news has lifted my cold spirit.
Joe, don’t worry your promise to be with me always will not be broken.
Joe, tomorrow I come for you.
You see death’s afterworld is what you make it.
See you soon honey. Thanks for the promise to be always be with me.

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