Short Stories

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And You Shall Be My Witnesses...

"So, what do you think? Should we inform the boss of this?" Kevin asked his two companions with a smirk.

"And tell him what? That she's delusional?" Mark replied, and all three laughed.

The third man in the conversation, Shay, put in his two cents' worth. "Oh, come on, delusional seems a little...harsh. She's just...easily misguided. She didn't mean any harm, right?"

Kevin ventured, "Yeah, I guess she is harmless to us, but what if she starts down this road in a conversation with a client? Could she actually hurt our business?"

"Would she do that?" Mark asked, while at the same time Shay shook his head.

"I don't think she would. She seems to conduct herself in a pretty professional manner. I think maybe she just felt comfortable enough with us to worry about our 'souls.' But could she really believe everything she said?"

"An executed man rose from the dead. Ooooooo, spooky!" Kevin rolled his eyes and flitted his hands like he was a ghost in flight, and the other two cracked up again.

"And later he--what was the word she used? Floated? Levitated?" Shay couldn't quite remember what she had said.

"No, um..." Mark interrupted, "it started with an a. Ah...ded, ash...ascended!"

"Right, he ascended right in front of their eyes! I wonder if he was flapping his arms!" It was Shay's turn to be the standup comedian, and they all dissolved into laughter.

"How can she believe this stuff? It's like a fairy tale!" Mark sputtered through his howls.

Shay was snickering right along with him. "That's not the kicker, though. She said he was still alive, I guess in heaven somewhere, and that he was coming back. He would be, what, 2000-and-some years old at this point? I've gotta say, she seems intelligent and competent and all, but what kind of a loon gets taken in by claims like this? I mean, maybe she is delusional, or a little crazy, or maybe even under the influence of some kind of drug. How are we ever going to be able to look her in the eye and not laugh in her face?"

Their conversation on this topic continued for a few more minutes, with more goofy imitations, and muted gales of laughter were heard coming from the conference room.

Elizabeth had heard it all, though, because Kevin had accidentally leaned back onto the phone and pressed the intercom button. Since no extension was selected, it simply connected to the last line dialed from that conference room, hers.

She was stung, of course, but she also had to smile.

They had heard every word she said.

God would take it from here.

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Brenda Kern
November 7, 2004

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