Eternal

I find myself engulfed in a space, enclosed by three walls adorned with white, while the fourth hosts a solitary window shielded in purple drapes and a door to the outside world. To my right, a black book-filled shelf stands locked in a corner, and behind me, a round and desolate dinner table rests. In my line of sight, a desk emerges, ornamented with three digital windows that peer into otherworldly dimensions.

            Laying my phone on the desk, tears swell in my haggard, worn-out eyes, news I have received, is more then I, or anyone could bear. I ask myself, “How can this be?”

            This is the disparity of my miserable life, pouring and sweating my blood, just to have it all torn from my meager hands, desiring more than my breath can contain, all that I have dreamed and bustled for, burdening my aged and tired body.

             I scream with newfound agony, “It is not fare, why now, why is this happening? I am so close to getting what I have so sought after, with all the spiritual essence of my life? Why…?”

            My hands drenched with salty wetness; I wrench myself up out of my sloth chair, swelled with anger, I bound for the door, rip it open, and venture to the outside world.

            Out the door on the right, lies a once majestic maple tree, filled with birds and squirrels, now just a wind torn sock, whipping in the breeze. I stride to the end of the walkway, and instead of finding my vehicle, I veer to the left out into the muddy, empty field, dark and miles from the nearest neighbor, I know no one will hear me scream.

            Weeping uncontrollably, I utter my final words, “How did it come this? They told me it would be safe; nothing could happen. Now they inform me I have twenty-four hours to live. My wife will never forgive me; I promised her that nothing would happen. Her and… oh my God… she and her will be all alone… I promised them I would never leave them… I promised them… our… our… oh dear little one, daddy promised you… he would always be therefore you…”             My knees dug deep into the wet dark-brown mud, made early in the day from a passing mid-summer shower. Just then a long dark black four-door sedan pulls into my driveway. The eerie silent engine and stealth-like appearance make me ponder its possibility. Could it be them? Are they the ones that promised me this thing I have sought all my life, the very thing that would give my wife and daughter eternal life? And if so, that means the antidote?

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