There once lived two friends who had different ideas of what lied after death. Brittany was at a café, sitting in the booth, crying because her close friend passed away and hadn’t been visited by her from the afterlife. Gordon who was Brittany’s other friend entered the café and sat across from her. They had been friends for a long time, since they were children, but drifted apart in beliefs. Brittany grew up Catholic and discovered her ability to preach the lord’s wisdom.
Brittany was twenty years old, four inches shorter than Gordon with shoulder length sandy, brown, hair and green eyes. She was slender with a medium build and when she walked, there was a stride in her step that suggested s
he was always happy. The young girl enjoyed smiling and laughing with friends, which was why Gordon enjoyed being around her.
Gordon was five foot ten and big boned with brown hair and green eyes. He never went to church and disliked those people who visited him, but when he met Brittany, he was immediately attracted to her like a bee to honey. They went out a few times, but both decided they should be friends. Atheists and Catholics cannot connect well.
“Are you ok?” Gordon asked as a waitress handed them both a cup of coffee.
“Yes,” she answered as she wiped her eyes. “I don’t know why my best friend didn’t visit me.”
“Maybe she didn’t have any unfinished business,” said Gordon.
“I wish I didn’t have this curse of knowing that she was going to die.”
“What curse?” he asked.
“Of seeing the future,” she answered.
“You can do that?”
“Gordon, I thought you were going to be supportive. You know how psychic I am. I was able to see God.”
“You never told me that part,” said Gordon. “What does He look like? Is he old and have a beard like everyone describes?”
“No, He doesn’t look like that.”
“Well what then?”
“What do you care? You’re an Atheist.”
“I like hearing your tall tales of the afterlife and everything about God.”
“He is not a He. God is a creator of all living things and created us to be happy. We are creators of our own destiny.”
“Yeah right,” began Gordon. “What happens to us when we die?
“We go to that special place to create.”
“Create what?” asked Gordon. “We don’t create anything, how do you know we don’t just disappear?”
“I’ve been to the other side and I’ve seen it.”
“So, there is a God?” asked Gordon as he watched Brittany’s head nod. “Why are there so many people with different belief systems?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “I heard from a person that it’s a man’s ego to have many belief systems, but there is only one God, one creator.”
“Can you prove that there is a God?”
“I can prove that scientists have found the remains of the Ark in Turkey.”
“Ark?”
“Yes, you know, Noah’s Ark.”
“That’s only one occurrence is there more proof you can show that there really is a God?” asked Gordon.
“No,” answered Brittany. “But you can’t disprove it.”
Brittany began crying, “why didn’t I know that Page was going to die?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” began Gordon as he was about to get up. “I’m just going to make things worse by believing there isn’t a God.”
“No, it’s ok,” said Brittany as she grabbed his hand. “I’ll be fine, I just hope she found her way to that good place.”
Gordon sat back down as she dried her eyes and smiled. He smiled back and held her hand, knowing that they could never be more than friends.
“What would it take to make you believe in God?” asked Brittany.
“I don’t know, I’ve never experienced the sight of God. If I met God personally, I suppose I would be a believer.”
Brittany calmed down and suddenly felt something dark. She saw something in her third eye that was disastrous to their friendship. She knew Gordon was going to die.
“What’s the matter?” he asked as he watched her cry again.
“Tell me you’ll believe in God in the next few minutes of your life.”
“What?”
“Promise me that when you cross the street, you’ll look both ways before you run to your car. Promise me if you die that you’ll believe in God and go to that special place in the universe!”
“Yes, I will, but I’m going to pay for the coffee,” he said as the waitress handed him the bill.
Suddenly Gordon realized he forgot his money and looked at Brittany, “I got to run to my car. I forgot my wallet.”
“Promise me you'll look both ways,” said Brittany adamantly as she grabbed his hand and Gordon looked at her and nodded before he left the booth to run out the door.
To be continued . . . . . . . .
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Ryan Keith Johnson
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