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Being Raptured
by Julie Michaelson
09/21/11
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What woke her was
a shout so loud
that
it was as if
someone
were in the room.
(Page 171; The Rapture: Tim LaHaye
and Jerry B. Jenkins.)
******************************
Place: South Texas
Time: Maybe tonight.
__________________________

(Sounds of a muffled radio playing, softly.)
(Snoring emanating from a rather
big cluttered bed in the middle
of a moonlit, dusty, cluttered
room: smelling of old curtains,
Friskies Tuna, and several-hours-
old-kitty-litter.)

"JULIE BAR MICHAEL!"

(Snoring continues.)

"JULIE BAR MICHAEL!"

(Loud snort.)
(A softer, more muffled snort.)
(Pause.)
(Tiny squint.)
(Sound of licking dry lips.)
(Raspy, whiny voice.)
"Huh?"

(Several loud, whiny
meows.)
(A pillow falls on the floor,
as well as two quilts,
a pair of big glasses,
another pair of reading glasses,
3 paperback books,
the boxed-cover of an audio-Bible,
and a low-technology, cheap cell phone:
irritably beeping from a low battery.)
"Who's THERE?"

[A VOICE, LIKE THE
SOUND OF THE
ARCHANGEL; LOUD
TRUMPETING IN THE
HEAVENLY BACKGROUND.]
"JULIE BAR MICHAEL!"

(Long pause.)
"Uh, oh."
(Pause.)
(Look up at the shadowed ceiling.)
"Is this IT,
LORD?"

[PATIENT SILENCE.]
[THE ANGELIC SHOFAR-BLOWING
STOPS FOR A MOMENT.]

(Leaning over bed;
squinting,
and grappling about for
the right glasses.)
(Moments pass.)
(Muttered cussing sounds.)

(More loud meowing.)
(More pillows fall on
the floor.)

(Squinting upward at
the ceiling.)
(Raspy, whiny, loud voice.)
"Is this IT?"

[SOMBER, PATIENT, HEAVENLY
NOD.]

(Loud, whiny voice.)
"LEMME GET DRESSED, FIRST!"
(Panicked-stricken, whiny voice:
tinged with the twang of northwest
Philadelphia.)
"THIS IS AN OLD NIGHTGOWN!"

[HEAVENLY SHAKE
OF THE HEAD.]
[PATIENT PAUSE.]

(Author's plump body begins
to float upward. She
grabs onto her fitted
sheet; it pulls everything
on the bed up with it,
including a small black,
white-nosed kitten,
who begins to meow quite
loudly, dig his not-yet-declawed-claws
into the shabby-pink cotton sheet,
and screechingly mew, and
purr at the same time.)
"NO!
NO!
WAIT!
I GOTTA GET ALL MY CATS, FIRST!"

[PATIENT HEAVENLY SIGH.]

(Author's pleasantly plump body clumsily,
and gently, floats back downward,
including all the bedsheets
and one rather frightened,
squirming, screeching
kitten.)
"WAIT! WAIT!
LEMME GET ALL MY
CATS!"

[PATIENT SILENCE.]
[A BUNCH OF ANGELS
ARE WATCHING, ALSO:
SHAKING THEIR HALOED HEADS,
WITH SOMBER PUZZLEMENT.]

(A bunch of scrabbling
and knocking over-sounds, much
meowing, and mumbled
cussing. One very loud curse:
upon a stubbled large right toe.)
"JUST A SECOND,
LORD! GIMME A SECOND, OKAY?"

[HEAVENLY SIGH.]

(An hour and forty-five minutes
pass; more sounds of
scrabbling around and
knocking things over,
plus a lot of loud mewing.)

[WAITING.]

(Sounds of car doors
slamming inside a small,
dusty garage. From inside
a tiny blue car (with duct-tape
wound around the arm of the right
side mirror) are the sounds of unhappy,
screechy meows from inside the
plastic walls of dusty, furry
cat carriers. The sudden smell of
nervous kitty pee fills
the dusty, warm, closed garage.)

(Pause.)
(Small car window rolls down.)
(Scruffy head pokes
out.)
(Loud shout towards
the ceiling of the small,
dusty garage.)
"OKAY, LORD!
I'M READY!"

[ALL-KNOWING HEAVENLY PAUSE.]
[WAITING.]

(Sudden whiny yell.)
"OH, NO!
WAIT!
WAIT, LORD!"

(Sound of car door opening and
slamming.)
(Loud, rumbling, slow sounds
of a small garage door going up.)
(Screaming yowls of a flea-bitten,
matted-furry, black and white long-haired
stray cat, as it is being hastily grabbed
from beside its outdoor little kibble bowl.)

"OKAY, LORD!
JUST WAIT'A MINUTE!"

(More very loud, slow rumbling sounds.)
(More door opening and slamming.)
(More screeching meows: this time
followed by hissing and irritable
growling.)

"OKAY, LORD!
You can BEAM ME UP,
now!"

[HEAVENLY CHUCKLE.]
********************
Clear as day
came the piercing precision
of every syllable,
and her eyes popped open,
her heart resounding
against
her ribs.
(Page 171; The Rapture. Tim Lahaye
and Jerry B. Jenkins.)


Copyright 2011.

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