Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Backwards Tale

Epilogue: The rain beat down upon his brow as he stared at the coffin being lowered into the ground. His eyes swollen knowing she was forever gone. His heart ached; the loss was too much for him to bear.
Act III:Michael I truly regret having to inform you of this but Ana was killedhe fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably, unable to finish the remainder of the letter. He stormed to his study where he ripped pictures off the wall. He opened his desk and removed a different letter from his drawer, ripping it to pieces as he screamed into the night.
Act II: She felt an epiphany bestowed upon her, an extreme desire to go preach the good word. She knew she must leave but believed he would not understand. “Savages” he called them, often voicing his desires that “they” all should burn. But she believed them God’s Children and prayed they would soon know. She left a note explaining why she had left him and where she had gone. Her letter ended with it will be fine, you will see. I love you always-Ana
Act I: It was a quiet afternoon and the study was filled with tension. He mocked her as she read the good book. “Why do you always mock my faith?” she inquired. “Its not your faith per say” he replied “its where it takes you. You know I hate when you go on those so-called missionaries. She paused understanding his reasons and respectfully walked away.
Prologue: Many years before our story begins, there was Mike in his kitchen. It was a quiet morning and he was making pancakes. The phone rang unexpectedly. He lay down the spatula and answered the cordless device. “Mike’s famous House of Pancakes can I help you?” he giggled. “Mike” a faint voice replied, “its Meredith.” Mike instantly became weary, wondering why his wife’s friend was calling him when they were supposed to be doing missionary work in Saudi Arabia. “What is it Meredith, tell me please?” Meredith began to cry “its your wife-they, they shot her. She’s gone.” He dropped the phone and began to bawl. The toddler sitting in the high chair panicked and began crying. He arose and picked her up, pressing her against his chest. “Its just you and me now my little Ana” he continued to sob. “God recruited mommy then took her from us.” “He will not take you from me, I promise.”

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