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Come in take a seat
The young man furrowed his brow
I em wait where am I
The older gent motioned to the chair
Please take a seat
As the young man settled into the leather seat, the older filled the glass on the table between them with water
Slightly trembling the young man lifted.the glass and sipped at the water
A loud click as he placed the glass upon the table
His gaze drifting around the sparse room
He looked back to where he had arrived but couldn’t see a door, just another white wall
I a cough as he cleared his throat am Zion
And unfortunately you are dead
The young man blinked twice and a smile morphed erratically upon his face
The older man continued
The young man winced as the image of headlights
speeding towards him which flashed in his head
Frantically throwing his hands over his face
Yes, that happened, Zion.flatly uttered
These are you final moments
You may ask any question
All knowledge accessible
You can fix any regret
Talk to anyone living or dead
Dean my name is Dean -offering his hand in welcome
Is it just Zion like Madonna he smiled
No second names
Zion bemused-No second name
And if it’s not personal can I ask what are you
An angel Dean chuckled
No no nothing like that
I am your sciribe
He continued
Everything existing or not has one
We note everything from your beginning to
well now.
Dean lifting his glass once more to his lips
The clear liquid in his glass now tasted like lemonade his thoughts drifting to a long gone summer sitting with his sister on the newly cut lawn.
That taste you just had-Zion nodded, it’s the same lemonade.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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