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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Conversation (face to face) (10/07/10)

TITLE: The Blessing
By Thomas Kappel


It began as a soft whisper in my head or in my ear, I’m not sure.

It said my name.

“Yes,” I answered in my head and whispered it out too.
“Your time is near.”
“You are about to end and begin.”
“You understand; you know you do.
“Everything has a beginning and an end,” I said and continued, “a year, a day, a minute, a second, a moment; everything has a beginning and an end.”
“And a life,” the voice said softly to me.

I sat down hard on the edge of the bed my head beginning to ache and my anger beginning to rise.

“I’m too old for games,” I began. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you are blessed,” came the reply.
“Blessed to know I am going to end soon? “

I think I may have screamed that in my head.

“And a new beginning, Philip, new experiences.”

I let out a pent up breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“Will I die soon?”
“Can’t say.”
Will it be a natural death?”
“Can’t say.”
Will I be murdered?”
“Can say,” the whispered reply came again.

I was getting nowhere.

“Okay, okay, when will I die?”
“Can’t tell you that either.”
“You can’t tell me if I have a day, week, month, or a year until I end, but you can tell me it’s near. Thanks a lot!”

That time I’m sure I shouted out loud.

“Yes, you are blessed,” the voice said again.

I sat silent for a long time after that.

“Who are you? What are you? Are you an angel or my guarding angel? Are you…God?

This time the voice was silent for a long time. Then it began in a normal female voice. It sounded familiar somehow.

“Philip,” she began. “Under the tulip bed in the back yard you buried me so that you could bring that young woman into my home and my bedroom.”
“Betty,” I whispered, a cold chill stilling my heart.

I fell back across the bed.

“Yes. You are blessed. I have been given the grace to be the one to escort you to your reward. You should see what they usually sent to take you down there. I was told this was justice: a balance in the universe of things. You ready now dear?”

The cold chill squeezed my heart, my arm tingled, and my vision blurred, all the things the doctor said would happen in a heart attack if I didn’t change. All the things I didn’t listen too.

I found myself floating above my body on the bed. I was looking down at it. Then I saw her. She was radiant, beautiful, heavenly and so young, just like when we first met and married.

“I could have been here with you for eternity,” I whispered softly.

“Yes,” she said even softer. “I am so sorry, Phillip. It was your choice. You’ll see and know what you really missed for all your eternity. It is but a part of your Hell.”

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Sarah Heywood10/21/10
Wow - spooky! I enjoyed this!
Charla Diehl 10/21/10
I half-expected this to end up being a dream--but much prefer your ending. Sounds a bit like a woman scorned. . .
Verna Cole Mitchell 10/21/10
Ahhh justice, and what a spooky one. I think he kind of missed out on the blessing though!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 10/24/10
Ooh you tell a chilling tale. I had goosebumps on my arm.