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Vol 2 Arsee’s short stories 19 Vision of The Future

Homer looked down at the swirling waters below. The water would be cold, very cold; he would die of hypothermia if he did not drown. There were other easier ways to die but then there were better ways to live as well and life had been all but hell for him. As he stood on the Mohican Bridge he could see the city on both sides of him, there were the shining lights of Christmas and the sounds of drunken revelry. He was sorry that he would have to make the Police and the Morgue Attendants work on Christmas day, extracting his dead body from the river and doing the autopsy but there was no going back now. He could not live another day.

“Don’t do that,” said a beautiful voice.

Homer turned around to see that a beautiful young lady had stopped her car on seeing him ready to kill himself and had decided to dissuade him.

“You are making a big mistake, don’t take your life,” she said with a beatific smile.

“You have no idea about my life, my tragedies, my misery, if you were in my place you would have killed your self much sooner.” Homer shouted over the icy wind.

“Perhaps, but how do you know for sure that you are worse off than me? I might be more miserable than you and still living?”

Homer shook his head as if to say no one could be more miserable than him. They argued for a while, the beautiful lady dissuading him and Homer resentfully wanting to kill himself and then she offered him a deal, “Suspend your killing by a few hours. Have a cup of coffee with me and then if you still want to kill yourself, go ahead and do it. I will not stop you.” She stretched her delicate hand towards him. Homer hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched his hand towards her and she grabbed it.

She drove him to a coffee shop where they sat themselves by the window. The snow fell silently outside shielding them from the world. The Lady introduced herself as Gaby, she worked at the Bank of Providence, Homer had never heard of that bank but then Homer had not heard of a lot of things. Over three cups of coffee he told her about his misfortune, the debts that he had gathered, his wife leaving him with his children and the final nail in the coffin, the tragedy of failing on the mortgage of his house. He was homeless, penniless and without a family on a Christmas Eve.

“Is that all?” the Lady said with a smile. Homer looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Is that not enough?” he thundered back. Gaby shook her head and smiled. “I have a large house, you can use the guest room and try to find a job? Does that work for a start?” Gaby asked Homer.

Homer did not answer immediately but they did speak all night. The sun was rising above the icy rooftops when Homer agreed to take the guest room that Gaby offered him.

As the days passed him by Homer did find a job and slowly but surely he began to pay his debts back. Though the best thing that could happen to him was Gaby.

He learned from Gaby about her life and her tragedies but most of all she taught him how to smile.

They fell in love. By the next Christmas they were engaged. Gaby called her friends over for a quite party that did turn drunken and gregarious yet, it was the best time that Homer had had. It was wonderful.

As the years flowed by Gaby and Homer only fell more in love. Homer began to do really well at work and soon received the promotion he so deserved. He bought them a house by the river from where one could see the Mohican Bridge. He would look at the Bridge on many a quiet evenings and shudder to think what would have happened should Gaby had not met him that dark night and held his hand.

They had two beautiful children; Gaby was both a good mother and a loving wife. Ten years later on a Christmas Eve Gaby held Homer in her arms and asked him gently, “Would you say you were wrong in trying to kill yourself Homer?” Homer smiled and held her closer, “Yes. I would have missed out on a great life. Thank you Gaby.”

Then suddenly Homer heard a sharp ringing sound in his ears and his vision seemed to get blurry. He felt dizzy, a cold wind slapped him across his face and he was back there! Back on the Mohican Bridge with Gaby holding his outstretched hand. Homer was stunned beyond words, “What did you do? How did this happen? You have brought me back ten years?”

“No,” replied Gaby with a smile. “We never went anywhere. I just created the illusion to show you the kind of life you can have. The life that you are going to take is invaluable, don’t squander it.”

“You mean…” Homer was truly at a loss of words.

“It is darkest before the dawn but the dawn never fails. Trust in the dawn.” Gaby pulled Homer back slowly from the edge.

“Who are you?” Homer finally formed a sentence.

“Gaby, though that is a recent name. There was a time when I was called Gabriel.”

Homer watched her as she smiled and walked away. He loved her, now she was walking away, how was he going to live without her? Just then, like she had read his thoughts, she turned around and smiled, “There is a Gaby waiting for you somewhere. The vision of the future was a gift of the Christmas Spirit. Merry Christmas!”

– Arsee.

9 thoughts on “Vol 2 Arsee’s short stories 19 Vision of The Future

  1. This story is Life Saving🙏🏽😭🤓 I absolutely loved it . Your Pen is gifted. Keep doing what your doing. I would want to know more about Arch Angel Gabriel / Gaby that would be a dope Novel to Write. From Start to Finish it would be a dope piece for you. Keep your WIPS coming there extraordinary. Much Love 💗
    💗The Ninth Poetess, LLC 💗


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