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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hear (07/08/10)

TITLE: The Whisper
By Cathey Deweese
07/12/10


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“Hear”

“Where?” Turning swiftly to tell the one following me to back off…but…no one is there.

“Hear”

“Where!?” Frustrated I rush around trying to find the voice to no avail. I may be losing it. It’s been a hard time lately. Confusion, anger, frustration and hopelessness engulf my days “Where did you go?” I said to the empty hall. James came out of his office “Hey, who you looking for?”

I let out an angry sigh, turned and continued down the hall without answering. I know someone was following me, I could feel them on my neck. I turned the corner leading to my office. Second door on the left, I’m almost there. Closing the door behind me, I take a breath and go to the window to look out. “Rain, oh, blast. You know I have bad brakes; why today God? Can you just give me a break?”

The phone rings. I hesitate to pick it up. “What next? Anything else and I will quit.”

“Hear”

It was a whisper but I heard it. I am losing it. “There is no one here!” I say to the empty room. Why did I do that? I pick up the phone to hear my boss on the other end. Demands, overdue projects, can’t keep up. “If you can’t do the job I’ll find someone who can” is all I heard. Looking at the stack of contracts on my desk I take my arm and swipe them off my desk and onto the floor. I pull open the drawer on the left and pull out the small bottle of liquor I had thrown in there months ago. It had come in a gift basket from one of my clients. I went on the wagon two years ago, why did I keep the bloody thing? I look at the papers scattered on the floor by my desk and open the bottle. It will take the edge off. It went down hard in one gulp. The burning sensation choked me. “Oh, God, what have I done? You delivered me from drinking and now…it’s come to this. Where are you! I need you, I’m desperate. Talk to me! I’ve been asking you to help me for months and all I get is silence, I can’t hear you!”

“Be still”

Someone was behind me. I knew that if I turned around I would bump into them. “How did you get in here? What do you want?”

“Everything”

I laugh out loud. “Everything?! That’s a laugh, I’ve lost everything. I don’t have anything left to give. Hey you can have this job! Take this job if you want everything cause that’s all that is left and I am fixing to lose it.”

“You don’t belong here.”

I wanted to turn around but was scared to death he would kill me. “Yeah, then where do I belong?”

“I want you to work for me.”

Now my interest was really peaked. “Really?” sarcasm was mixing in with my laughter. Insanity is becoming fun. “How much do you pay?”

“Nothing.”

“Ohm, yeah, that sounds fair.”

“When your work is finished I will reward you. I will provide everything you need.”

“So what do you want me to do in this job?”

“I want you to speak to people you don’t like. People you wouldn’t give the time of day to.”

“And tell them what?”

“Tell them that you have the answer to their problem.”

“Oh, my God! I don’t believe this. I don’t even have the answer to my own problems and you want me to tell some creep that I have the answer to his? You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m not. Some people will think you are. Can you handle that? I know you can.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Yes I do.”

“Well, I don’t know you, so it’s time for you to quit messing with me.”

“Yes you do. You met me two years ago. We were good friends for a few months but then you wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say; so I left you alone.”

“Where did I meet you? Who are you?”

“Remember the mud in the ditch after you wrecked your car? You were drunk. You called out to me and I saved you. But you never told anyone. Now it’s time you tell people what I did for you.”

Silence

“Hear?”


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AnneRene' Capp 07/15/10
Good use of dialogue and good message about how Jesus never gives up on us!
Ruth Brown 07/17/10
Well done. The dialogue was good. Great title. God Bless you as you keep telling the message.Ruth
Angela M. Baker-Bridge07/19/10
Unique presentation of your message, and very on topic.
Philip Barrington07/20/10
Great message. I understand some of what we think there is times we may think in swear words. Being an Australian Christian for want of a better term. Mostly here the word "Bloody" is not accepted among christians and it looks wrong in writings. Unfortunately and sadly saying this word in Australia amongst Christians is being more accepted. But yeah,Iknow where you are coming from and your story is a great analogy of what could happen to any of us. Praise God that he does look after us, hey.
Keep writing, I enjoyed it.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/22/10
Congratulations in placing in the top 15 of your level.