The Angel?A Story by Mark BestA suicidal man has an encounter with a man claiming to be an angel shortly after the death of his wife.Allen Kirsch sat with a gun to his head on a bench over looking the Why had I not been able to help her? “Why did you take her from me!” he cursed to the heavens. She had been twenty-seven, smart, beautiful, and full of life before the cancer had corroded her body. They met one night at the Penny Lounge. Nancy and her friends had gone out to celebrate a friend’s birthday and he had stopped in for a beer on his way home from work. He had lived in an apartment on For the rest of that night Allen had been intoxicated, but not by booze, no it wasn’t the booze, it was her. The way she looked at him with those beautiful green eyes, the sweet scent of her perfume mix with the sweet scent and taste of her strawberry lip balm, the softness of her touch, and the very sensuality of her voice. He hardly slept that night, because he couldn’t get her off his mind. When he did finally slip into unconsciousness, he even dreamed about her. Not long after he had gotten home from work the following evening, his telephone rang. When he picked up, it was It had been less than a year later when they got married. They had lived in his apartment at first. In less than six months, they had bought a small house on of 2004 she had become very ill. Allen had taken her to the hospital where the doctors hadn’t been able to find the cause of her illness. After three weeks and four similar trips to the hospital, each baring the same results, an abnormal blood test brought about the horrid news. Allen felt as though his whole world had just gone through a meat grinder. “We are very hopeful,” Dr. Hastings had said. “We caught it early enough that the chemo therapy should be able to nip it in the bud.” Those words had made Allen and Nancy hopeful too but deep down in his heart, Allen, for the first time since he had met Six months after that horrible visit to the emergency room, it seemed as though A month later Allen had rushed After six more months more of treatments, Allen began to squeeze the trigger to end it all. The pain and suffering in his heart was anguish that his mind could not take. “God does everything for a reason.” A deep voice said. Allen fumbled and dropped the gun onto the park bench. The voice had come from behind him. Slowly he turned and saw another man standing right behind him. He was tall and wise looking, maybe mid forties with a bit of gray at the temples of his dark brown hair. “What did you say?” Allen asked the tall man. “God does everything for a reason.” “Why?” “Because he took your wife, right?” the tall man said slipping around the bench and taking a seat on Allen’s left. “Yes but how did you know that?” Allen didn’t think he had ever seen this man before in his life. “I know because I am an angel, a messenger of God.” “What?” Allen asked grabbing the gun which was lying in the bench to his right. “Do you want to know what the meaning of life is, Allen?” Allen looked at the tall man confused. This was bullshit, it had to be right? “Sure,” he said. “The meaning of life is exactly as it seems. God and Satan try to influence people everyday. Some God wins and some Satan wins. They bet books. Have you ever played Spades, Allen?” Allen had and to him this sounded like the sickest thing anyone had ever said about God but he nodded to the tall man. “It’s exactly like that. God took “What?” Allen managed to ask, it was the only word his struggling mind could pull out of the tangled mess that was trying to understand. “I’m saying God has lied, or at least over embellished a little here and there. Who hasn’t? I mean no one’s perfect.” He said giving a smile that threatened to engulf his whole face. It looked insane, but somehow soothing and pleasant. “Some suspect that he also had something to do with the lies in the bible, but if he went through Angelic channels, those who delivered the messages aren’t admitting it, so as far as we know man made it up.” “I don’t understand. Wha…” “Oh, you will, but next time you’re not getting anywhere when you’re trying to talk to God, because so many people don’t get anywhere, I think its cause the priest are blocking up all the lines most of the time, try talking to the other side. Who knows maybe you’ll get some answers.” The tall man laughed and got up. There was a bright light that made Allen squint. He saw what he thought looked like feathery wings and then all went dark. When his eyes readjusted, Allen saw a blackened spot on the ground where the man had been standing. The grass had been singed to the roots. Allen looked around but the man was no where to be seen. He raised his gun to the side of his head once more and pulled the trigger.
Mark Best August 13, 2006 © 2012 Mark BestAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 29, 2012 Last Updated on May 30, 2012 Tags: Fiction, Angel, Supernatural, Paranormal, Horror, Emotional, Suicide AuthorMark BestGreen Bay, WIAboutWell like everyone else on here I'm a writer. In my spare time I like to write horror, sci-fi, fantasy, and sometimes very heart felt stories with a supernatural twist. I love to read. more..Writing
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