Can't You See Me? (standard:Inspirational stories, 384 words)
Author: Lori	Added: Aug 06 2007	Views/Reads: 3302/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I'm part of a group who dishes out daily prompts for us to write on. This was Friday's.

Can't You See Me? 

By: Lori 

This was written in answer to a group I'm apart of. We have daily
prompts. Friday's prompts were Can you see me, wishes in black and 
white, blind imitations of the past, stop the generalizations, and 
social at Marco Polo. This is my take on those prompts. 
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"Can't you see me?" She asks bewildered. 

"I know you're there. I can feel you. How I wish, I could see you?" He
says with sorrow. 

"Wishes are in color, my love. You can't have wishes in black and
white." She says with despair at not being seen. 

"We go through live with blind imitations of the past." He states while
walking closer to her. "Why couldn't we see the future instead? Then we 
could've changed things before they went so wrong." 

"You really can't see me?" She asks starting to get annoyed. 

"We have to beat this," He gets closer. "We have to stop the
generalizations of this disease. It will take time, which many of us 
aren't fortunate enough to have, to do. It will take money, which we 
don't have either, to learn even more about it and the underlying 
causes. But, we can still stop the madness from spreading. People need 
awareness. They ought to be awake to their trigger points." 

"Why can't you see me?" She screams in anger. 

"Baby," He says as he comes to the grave. "I promise you, I swear I will
do everything in my power to make people understand what was going on 
inside of you. Suicide wasn't the answer! But, hopefully it ended the 
pain from childhood sexual abuse, from spousal abuse from your 
ex-husband, and from the abuse you inflict upon your own soul. May you 
now be cured of it all. I love you and miss you terribly." 

"I'm dead." She whispers noticing the fog around her for the first time.


"Yes, my child." Says a heavenly voice. "You're dead to the world. But,
you're alive to me. Are you ready to go?" 

"Where are we going?" She says as she takes the spirit's hand. 

"Why, to a social at Marco Polo's house of course." The spirit laughs as
they disappear into the beautiful light shining down from heaven. 

Copyright owned by Lori on August 3, 2007


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