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The Resurrection Machine |
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| . That's what made this New Year's Eve so important to her. Impressing Bobby. That's also why she drove to the mall for New Year's decorations, not caring that the roads were icy and not knowing a big Greyhound bus was coming in from Bellaire with a load of senior citizens to gamble at Aladdin's Castle. Although this was her destined fate, it still came as a shock. First sliding through a stop sign and getting mulched, then standing outside her body beside the wreckage as people said oh my god a few thousand times, then walking to the light. She instinctively knew to go to the light. That's what all the great spiritualists say, like that crossing over guy, John Evan or whatever his name is, go to the light. So she goes to the light On the other side, she stood before a chair. Not a big chair or a majestic throne, just a chair. A chair with a newly began orange afghan. Balls of yarn sat near the legs of an end table and a fresh glass of Lipton tea sat sweating on a coaster. I'm back she thought. After seating herself and taking the knitting needles in hand, she begins to think about her surroundings. She appears to be sitting in a lobby, like in an airport with glass walls. But unlike an airport, there were various windows all around. Each window had a sign hanging above explaining the window's function. Like the one where she got the yarn, it said Sewing Window. Next to that was the Sport Window. She didn't know what that meant but she saw several he-man looking dudes going over to it. Overall, there were thousands of windows. But the most important window, the biggest and most well lit, was the Enter Window. That's where everybody went when his or her number was called. And speaking of calls, the overhead PA system announced, "Number ten, Damien Burton Greenshute." A rather wired looking guy wearing a smoking jacket and carrying a laptop traipsed towards the Enter Window, stopping only to return his Dell to the Computer Window. Good, I'm next she thought. Not to busy in here tonight she also thought. Back on earth, a man ate something with poison in it. He foamed at the mouth like he was an actor in a really bad toothpaste commercial, then fell dead to the floor. He stood beside himself looking at his corpse, all gooey like a fucked-up taffy machine. Then he too walked to the light. Brandy wondered what her next life would be like. She'd know shortly. As soon as they call her name in fact. Always, the first item on the agenda after entering the Enter Window was the Showing. The Showing usually took two to three minutes and what it showed was highlights of the upcoming life. Just clips and previews, nothing to get excited about. Her name was called. She sat her afghan on the arm of the chair (she'd work on it again) and walked to the Enter Window. Before she reached the arched doorway, she saw the glow of a new arrival. She turned and saw... "No, can't be..." But as Wayne and Garth would say, Yes way! She stifled a worried giggle and hurried inside. "Ready?" an angel asked, adjusting the controls on the Showing machine. "Guess so," Brandy replied. She saw herself as another baby girl, this time with red hair and bright brown eyes. Her brother lay next to her with the same red hair and bro... Brother??? Why is there a brother laying next to me??? I've always been born alone. The Showing showed a couple more clips then another angel pointed to the glowing orb. Brandy had a really bad feeling about this. She walked to the orb and a different doctor smacked her ass. She saw the bloody opening she had just exited. And she saw another head crawling out. "Oh my God." The last thought she had before her slate got wiped clean was: hello again Lance. . |
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