A breathy mumble came from her lips; a name. She tried again, after a few crackling inhales, “Where is… where’s…”
He looked all around, wreckage in each direction, then back at the stranger. “Fine… he’s… she's... they’re fine. Everybody’s fine,” he lied.
She smiled, and then was gone.
Originally posted at 6S
Short stories and flash fiction ranging from romance to science fiction to downright creepy.
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Mysterious Dr. Ramsey
Ramsey Michelle Helton wore matching ruffled pigtails which looked as though they might have come prepackaged with the galaxies of freckles on her tiny cheeks. Her smile revealed two front teeth as absent as the shoes I assumed she wore, at least on occasion. A frog chirp from her overalls pocket convinced me that if I looked hard enough I would find a hidden camera somewhere in the double-wide trailer.
She skipped across the small room and looked in my eyes curiously for several moments before whispering, "You don't wanna hear them voices no more, huh?"
I'd driven nineteen-hundred miles to witness the "Mysterious Doctor Ramsey", as the tabloids had dubbed her, but not even that leap of faith could prepare me for the chill that her words issued to my tired, crazy soul, eager once more to surrender to what a wiser man might call "blind faith." Then, she kissed my head, freed me from my hell, and proved to me at last that there is no faith a man can ever have which may fairly be ruled unjustified.
She skipped across the small room and looked in my eyes curiously for several moments before whispering, "You don't wanna hear them voices no more, huh?"
I'd driven nineteen-hundred miles to witness the "Mysterious Doctor Ramsey", as the tabloids had dubbed her, but not even that leap of faith could prepare me for the chill that her words issued to my tired, crazy soul, eager once more to surrender to what a wiser man might call "blind faith." Then, she kissed my head, freed me from my hell, and proved to me at last that there is no faith a man can ever have which may fairly be ruled unjustified.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Hallowed be What's-His-Name
The Almighty sulked ascetically in his throne, while the angels and saints tried not to acknowledge such, even though he would instantly forgive them.
Michael, in all his haughty glory, voiced without fear, "Oh God, what's
you're problem?"
Omniscient and thereby patient, He tolerated the irreverence--He'd tamed a bit since the fall-out with Luci--and reminded Himself of the promise not to "bottle it up" anymore.
The cork flew and He bubbled quickly, stung by the reminder of His own words, "Why don't they say 'please' in any of their prayers? And when they improvise, it's always 'Lord we
just ask...'; 'We just wish...'; 'We just!'"
Then as any good father would, He laughed it off and soldiered on, grateful to be beloved enough to be taken for granted.
Originally posted at my 6 Sentences account, a social network for writers.
Michael, in all his haughty glory, voiced without fear, "Oh God, what's
you're problem?"
Omniscient and thereby patient, He tolerated the irreverence--He'd tamed a bit since the fall-out with Luci--and reminded Himself of the promise not to "bottle it up" anymore.
The cork flew and He bubbled quickly, stung by the reminder of His own words, "Why don't they say 'please' in any of their prayers? And when they improvise, it's always 'Lord we
just ask...'; 'We just wish...'; 'We just!'"
Then as any good father would, He laughed it off and soldiered on, grateful to be beloved enough to be taken for granted.
Originally posted at my 6 Sentences account, a social network for writers.
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