Jim plopped down on the chair, looking out to the water. He was exhausted but from what, he didn’t know. Suddenly, a white-bearded man sat down in the chair next to him. “Lovely view, isn’t it?” Jim commented.
“Perfect, no?” The man replied.
“Perfect?”
“Where do you think you are, Jim?” Jim frowned, how did he know my name? As if reading his thoughts, the man chuckled, “I know everybody’s name, Jim. I am God and you, my friend, are in heaven.”
“It’s cloudy in heaven?” God chuckled again, patted Jim’s hand before walking away. “Wait, I’m in heaven? I…” died?
(100 words)
Sidenote: my stepfather was named Jim. He passed away about 13 years ago. I miss him every day. This is a tribute to him.
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Better than the other place. I hear it’s hot.
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Definitely better than the other place. 😀
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Sorry for your loss Yinglan. Nice piece.
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Thank you.
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they say it takes time before one realizes he’s already dead. they who? i suppose it’s anybody’s guess. 🙂
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That kinda make sense, but then again, who knows?
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I hope Jim has more conversations with God as time passes. Clouds in heaven? Of course!
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I’ll sure he will.
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A beautiful tribute to Jim. Rain is a gift from heaven!
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Thank you. Absolutely, this is how I view rain now that I have a garden.
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