by Paula Gail Benson
Despite Heaven’s beauty and comfort,
the wait outside Saint Peter’s office seemed interminable. Griffin sighed.
The female admin viewed him
sympathetically. “You miss your earthly wife.”
“We spent every Christmas together.
Now she thinks I haunt her spitefully.”
The admin’s youthful face clouded. “She
wants to move on.”
“She’s found someone else.”
The admin made no response. Griffin
turned and saw his own pain reflected in her eyes.
Finally, the admin spoke. “I died
young. My true love and I never connected on earth.”
“Is there still a chance?” Griffin
asked.
She smiled. “Perhaps. Can you set your
wife free?”
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This 100 word story is offered as an entry for the annual Advent Ghosts event hosted by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See the other entries there. Thanks, Loren, for the opportunity!
Oh my, that escalated quickly as the kids say. Really great twist, Paula.
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ReplyDeleteVery much enjoyed the story.
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