The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

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He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IX – Liquid Gold

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There were times like this, where it made no difference she was a bio-chemist, or that he had been a 3rd year med student. It didn’t matter that she was from Africa, or that he was white, with red hair, that she was very tall, and he was not. All that mattered was that they were madly in love with each other. She snuggled closer and laid her head on his bare chest. She could hear his heartbeat in her ear, as he lay lightly snoring.

For weeks before the wedding, they both knew it was time. There was a certain way they both looked at each other, the way he touched her face, the way she rubbed his back. It was the way their lips searched, and found each other. There was a yearning and longing for each other.

And now, as he slept, they held one another. He was dreaming of the wedding again. Picturing in his mind the mountain, and how they made their vows to one another, kneeling, facing each other. They had promised to love each other, and to be faithful, even if they did find other people alive. Miriam had been worried about polygamy, so they had written vows, to only have one spouse, unless they were so injured, from brain damage, there was no choice.

They had also worked out all the details about faith, and placed those promises in their vows. They promised most of all, to love and respect each other. She would say and sing prayers on Friday nights, lighting the Sabbath candles, like her mother had done, and he would share with his family about the Messiah. That was all they ever needed. They didn’t know it at the time, but years in the future, this would still be an important part of their family life. They also promised to never part, during the difficult times.

But that was two days ago, and now as Miriam lay there, on his chest, she thanked God for her husband. She had never met a man so gentle, and yet so strong, at the same time. Tears began to flow, down her cheeks, and on to his chest. She quietly wiped her tears, and began singing softly in Amharic. It was a love song she had been teaching Jeremiah, in her language. In English the words go like this:

As long as there are rocks in the ground and fish in the sea,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love,

As long as the sun sets, on the water, making liquid gold,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love.

Jeremiah heard her singing, and stirred. He was at the part in his dream, where they had exchanged bracelets and placed them on each other’s wrists (instead of rings). She placed a leather one on his wrist with beautiful Hebrew letters from the Aaronic benediction……..  in English the translation was, “The Lord bless you, and keep you….” And the bracelet he placed on her wrist, was gold, and had belonged to his Great, Great Grandmother. She had received it as a gift, before the family emigrated from Holland, and it had been in the family ever since.

Miriam’s voice was unmistakable, and he awoke smiling. He began hearing the words in Amharic…….. “As long as the sun sets on the water, making liquid gold,” He joined in, and in perfect Amharic, they both sang……… “You will always be, you will always be,……..my Love…….”

And their lips found each other, once again……

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VIII – New Light

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As they sat down in the atrium that night, Miriam was amazed at the sight and smell of the fresh pizza Jeremiah had made. He had placed fresh tomatoes, and spinach in with the cheese, and she was starving. Smiling to herself, she knew part of the reason she was so hungry, was that she felt free, and happier than she ever had before. She also loved his cooking.

Jeremiah paused, for a moment. Was he praying? Then he started dishing out the slices, which also had a beautiful, mouthwatering, thick crust. The moonlight was beginning to shine clearly through the atrium, as the sun was going down. For some reason, Jeremiah asked her, “So how many languages do you speak Miriam?” She smiled and said, “Well….it depends on what you mean.” “I know Amharic, Somali, Hebrew, some Arabic,  and of course French, and English”. His jaw dropped. He was continually amazed by this incredible woman. She continued, “Oh, I almost forgot, I was also teaching myself some Italian!” He smiled from ear to ear, when he noticed a black cloth bag on the table, and asked her about it.

“Well, you may have been wondering about my faith”, she said. “Since it is a Friday night, and soon it will be dark, I brought this with me tonight.” Uh-oh he thought, this could be it, the one thing that might tear them apart, “religion”. He tensed, but said nothing. She continued, “I am from a Muslim family, but my parents were very open minded.” She opened the bag, and pulled out two of the most beautifully carved wooden candle holders he had ever seen, and two brand new white candles. “My mother was an Ethiopian Jew, and reverted to Islam before they were married.” He was fascinated, and listened intently. “They made a deal, before the wedding, that my father would allow my mother to light the Sabbath candles each Friday night, and say prayers, at the table”. She was beaming now.

“May I do the same, and say some prayers?” she asked. He was stunned. “Sure”, was all he could say. She said, “I tend to lean towards my mother’s original faith”. She covered her head with a scarf, placed the candles in the holder, and lit them. “I’ll be singing in Amharic, the language of my mother, and then in Hebrew.” She began singing, and chills ran up and down his spine. His spirit began to soar. He had never heard Amharic before, and to hear her sing it, brought tears to his eyes. Then she sang in Hebrew, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu, Melech ha olam…..…” (Blessed are You Lord, our God, the King of the universe) As she sang she moved her hands in a fanning motion towards her. The tears began streaming down his face.

He knew that he would share sometime his own beliefs, about the Messiah, his thoughts about the need for atonement, but not here, not now. This was a sacred moment. All he could say at the end, through the tears was, “Would you teach me Amharic?”……….Miriam smiled from ear to ear, because she knew for certain, without question, the Creator had placed them together………..

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth VI – Dinner for Two

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He didn’t ask her anymore, and didn’t need to. Miriam began weeping, and instinct told him to embrace her, so they embraced each other. He reached her some Kleenex. “I’m sorry!”, she said. “Never be sorry for emotions that can heal you”, and he assured her it was ok. Miriam burst out with, “I’ve made such a mess of things today!”, and she wept even more. He held her closer, (she was sitting down) until the waves of grief passed. He smiled at her, taking her face in his hands, letting her know it was good to be here, and that she could share more if she needed to. Their foreheads met, and she began to feel relieved. These moments were very special, drew them closer, and melted any ice there may have been lingering. They didn’t know it at the time, but years later they would still remember, these feelings, these moments, in Room 132.

Jeremiah wanted to lighten things up a bit, so after this, he got a wonderful gleam in his eye. He looked her square in the face and asked, “Should I help you with your leg now?”. Realizing he was hoping to see more of her, at the top of her leg, she smiled and said, “No, I can handle that on my own – thank you!” She took the peroxide from his hand, and they both chuckled. “Let me know if you need any stitches there!”, he said laughingly, heading towards the door. He loved her blend of French and African accent!

“Wait!” Miriam had a question, as his hand turned the door handle. He turned to her, and she asked, “How do you know so much about medicine and stitching the skin?” “I didn’t tell you?” “I was in medical school when the wars broke out, I went for 3 years”, he said. “Ah, I see”. Now it was her turn to smile, but she didn’t tell him why. As he went down to cook them some dinner, she was thinking……..well to be honest……she was embarrassed…….because she thinking about having babies, and he would do a wonderful job with the deliveries. She blushed, holding her hand over her mouth. She sure wished her Mama was alive to talk to right now. And she loved his red hair and freckles!

An hour later Miriam entered the dining room again, and the smells were intoxicating. “Fried potatoes”, she said out loud. She could smell grilled onions too, and some spices. Jeremiah poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and said dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. “We’re eating in the atrium tonight, I thought it would be good to see the sky as we eat.”

She reached for a chocolate mint he had left on the table for her, and unwrapped it, as he banged some pots and pans around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, of metal on metal, and “ouch!” that came from the kitchen. “Jeremiah??” Miriam was concerned and laughing, at the same time. “I’m alright!” he said.

Miriam thought the food was wonderful, and they did look at the beautiful, late summer sky. But mostly they talked. Miriam began to open up, and explained she was a bio-chemist. He was fascinated with her work. In fact, she had packed up her laboratory and had it in a trailer a few blocks away. She explained, “I was hoping to not go back to Canada”. He understood. He reached for her hand and said, “Regardless of our relationship, let’s make sure we stick together.”

No one mentioned anything about marriage, and they didn’t need to. They said good night in the hallway, and went to their separate rooms. She would have given herself freely to him that night, but he didn’t go down that road. He was giving her more time to heal, and she loved him for it. Besides………they would both know when the time was right.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape III – Sunrise

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Contemporary Microfiction

Three days out from the Bahamas, they all ate breakfast on the deck, watching the sunrise. There had been a storm last night, and they were all awake anyway, so it seemed like the right thing to do. It was a celebration really, of having survived. As Robert looked around the makeshift table, he realized they were all survivors, each in different ways.

Chuck, who was the cook, had whipped up some western style omelets, after getting the kitchen back in order. And as they all sat down to eat, they hesitated, as if someone should pray. They looked at each other, smiled and dug in. Robert thought he had seen tears in some of their eyes. They all savored the omelets, and watched the sun come up over the horizon. It was as if the earth was being born all over again.

He thought about Chuck and the others. Chuck had been a chef in some of the finest restaurants in Miami, until the drugs got ahold of him. After spending more than a year in jail, he was anxious to start again. He needed this job to get his head together, and to be away from the city.

Belinda was the first mate and the best of them all, when it came to sailing. She was a strong woman and she worked almost constantly. Still, once in a while she would tear up, thinking about the broken relationship she was trying to get over. That’s all she ever said about it, and no one asked her more.

Jonathan and Elaine, had lost several fortunes, until they made it big in the cosmetics industry. Now their newest fight was Elaine’s battle with breast cancer. It looked like they were winning though, after the chemo and a double mastectomy. They were learning how to live all over again, thus the sailing trip. With only being in their sixties, they had a lot of living left to do.

Yes they were all survivors, fighting the good fight, and all of them were seeking a new beginning. Even the sunrise agreed. Somehow….. they all felt like they were in this fight, together.

 To be continued.

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape II

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Contemporary Microfiction

It was working. Three days off shore, he found himself staring at the endless horizon. There was something about the water meeting the sky – was encouragement the right word? He was beginning to feel something, besides pain and grief. If there was a Creator-God, He knew what He was doing. The idea came to him, that the horizon somehow brought hope, in a beautiful, and timeless way.

Even at full sail they were making slow progress. There was only a slight breeze, and the ocean was calm. He sat on the deck, cleaning and refitting some pulleys that were used to raise and lower the sails. He was thinking of Rachel, and seeing her happy, daydreams…. floated through his mind. They were dancing, laughing, eating at a restaurant. “You must have loved her very deeply.” The words struck him, and startled him back to reality. Jonathan, the owner of the yacht, sat down next to him, and asked “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” he said flatly. Privately he was thinking that this was his grief, and that no one should try to barge in on it.

“We’ve decided against going to Spain”, Jonathan said. “The yacht is too small, and the weather can be unpredictable this time of year.” He shook his head to acknowledge, and Jonathan continued, “We are heading south to the Caribbean and a number of the islands.” He loved the Caribbean and couldn’t help but smile. “Good.” was all he said. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had said that word. Jonathan looked at him square in the face, “All I’m saying Robert is that if you need to talk, you can.” “I’ll listen.” With that, Jonathan got up and disappeared below. Yeah, the Creator-God knew what He was doing alright.

At the end of the day, Robert went around the yacht, checking the fittings, and the exterior of the boat as it sliced through the water. The wind was picking up again, and they would soon have to take in some sail to control it. As he walked around to the back he looked down at the name of the yacht. They were all trying to escape something, he thought. Jonathan and his wife Elaine, and the three crew members were running. What were they each running from? Or what were they running to?

The name of the yacht, was the……. “Escape”.

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Dreamwalker IX – Linda’s Story

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Contemporary Microfiction

She trusted James more than anyone she had ever met. He brought healing to her really. He was so free. Actually everyone was calling him Diego now, and he was loving it. Papa started it, preferring the Spanish.

She had driven herself out to the desert this morning, to spend time with God, and to enjoy the flowers in full bloom. It was a time of thanking Him, and asking for His help in the future. She had never seen such beauty, as she breathed in the cool morning air. “Diego would love this too”, she said out loud. She began walking quietly through the colors. She had always loved walking, and praying.

Ever since they had met at the restaurant she felt so at ease talking to Diego. She opened up to him then, and still was. That was one of the things she loved about him. He opened up her soul, and embraced it. Time and again he loved the deepest parts of her. And he loved Gibran! She practically had Gibran’s book the “Prophet” memorized from years of reading it, and it was one of his favorites too. She thought that was a good way to describe their relationship – poetry.

She prayed for children. She was 35 now, and wondered if her dream of a large family was over. When the two of them talked about children, he always said she had a gleam in her eyes, and he just smiled knowingly. He usually kissed her then. She knew she could trust Diego, and God on that topic, and decided not to worry about it anymore.

What about the Church? They had broken the rules on intimacy, should they still try to get married in the Church? Was it even possible now? She had always been faithful, and the Church was important to her. As she looked at the mountains, she remembered verses that encouraged her. Nothing was too difficult for Him.

She had played by the rules before, and her first marriage had been a disaster. There had been nothing but pain and suffering. Years after her divorce from Richard, she was still dealing with it. She had trouble feeling any emotions last year when he died from alcoholism. She looked at the mountains again, and began to feel peace. She was determined to go on with her life.

She started back towards her car, then stopped. Was the Creator speaking to her? It came from deep within her. A smile came over her face, when she realized, not only was the desert in full bloom…….…but she was too………..

She was looking forward to getting married, and a lifetime of love.

 mexican woman

 

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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