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Realms

Sheila opened her eyes, she wasn't sure what happened. She looked around and saw that she was at home. Just then her husband burst through the door. "Honey, get your purse, I've got a surprise for you and we're going out!" Brian exclaimed to Sheila. "I got a raise and a bonus today! We're going to celebrate!" "Oh my God! Really?" Sheila answered. "Hell yeah, my boss doubled my salary, gave me a $250,000 dollar bonus and gave me a month off to go enjoy life a little."

Sheila stood there a moment looking at Brian trying to figure out if he was just messing with her head. He worked at a little company that had been taking advantage of him for a long time now and she found it hard to believe that all the years of struggle could be over just like that. "Nice one, thanks for getting my hopes up." Sheila said with a look of frustration. That look turned to tears instantly when Brian flashed a $250,000 dollar check at her that was clearly real. "I mean it babe, we are set for life!" Sheila wobbled a little trying not to faint. It wasn't every day that your idea of what life was like changed so drastically. "I guess I won't need that lottery ticket I bought yesterday," she laughed, "where are we going?" "Want to try that little French restaurant we've heard so much about, the one near Hollywood?" "Sounds great, let's go!" she said.

Sheila grabbed her sweater and purse. She would have to take a moment to contemplate what this all meant, how her life might change. As she closed the door and turned to go to the car, her knees buckled as she again almost fainted. The gull wing door was wide open on the new lemon yellow Lamborghini Countach. She could barely speak. "W--where did you get this? Is this what you did with the bonus?" she asked afraid he would say yes. "No babe, this one's yours. That's my new Ferrari Testerosa over there in the street.
That's the other part of the bonus, fully paid for and insured."
Sheila's eyes shed tears as she knelt down and started to sob uncontrollably. How could anyone stand all this at one time? It was like a dream and she did not want to wake up! "C'mon babe, you're driving." Brian said helping her up. "We're gonna live like never before! Tomorrow we will go down to the Marina and get a look at the Ocean Dream." Sheila looked at him a bit puzzled. "What's the Ocean Dream?" "Just what it sounds like babe. It's our new 40 foot yacht that comes with its own crew, permanent slip and is ready to go in two hours notice." Sheila started to laugh almost uncontrollably. All those years of playing the lottery and it turns out Brian was the jackpot! "You're going to have to give me about a half an hour of silence honey or I will go permanently crazy. This is just too much to stomach no matter how great it is." "I understand," Brian replied with a feeling of euphoria over the whole development, "it's almost too much for me as well. To think, we bought that lottery ticket last night and now we don't even need it." "Yeah, funny huh? Now that we don't need it we'll probably win." Sheila said with a grin. "Did you check it yet?" "Uh, no. I think I got a little distracted. I wrote down the numbers from the paper and put it in my purse this morning though. Now I'm interested, let's see."

She opened her purse and retrieved the slip of paper and the lottery ticket. "OK, let's see. Our ticket numbers are: 29-75-63-22-58 and the bonus number is 7. The winning numbers are:" she said holding up one finger as if she were an announcer, 29-75---63------22--------------------5-8............................b...b. ....bonus number." It was a lucky thing they had not left the driveway yet because Sheila slumped against the driver's door and passed out cold. "Babe you OK?" Brian said, instantly pulling her up and lightly tapping her cheek. "Wake up Hun...wake up.......wake up.

After a moment, her eyes opened, things seemed a bit blurry. She looked around trying to understand where she was and what she was doing. Then she suddenly burst out into violent sobs. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Nooo! Nooooo.... she cried!" "Please! Please no!" She couldn't comprehend! From what she could tell, their little Toyota Corolla was completely smashed on the driver's side and from what she could make out, Brian's hand was on what was left of the steering wheel. There was no way he could still be alive, a large construction truck had jumped the center divider and hit them before they could even react. She looked down at her blood soaked dress, the dress she had chosen for their date to the little movie theatre that they loved to go to. She couldn't tell where all the blood on her was coming from, she couldn't tell anything, she couldn't feel anything. How could a life, though meager, have been so sweet, and yet, end in such a sorrowful, tragic way? What was it all about anyway? There were no trumpeting Angels leading them to their just rewards for having endured life and for having been good people. Was everything destined to end in tragedy? It seemed a bitter reality, death and pain, sorrow beyond any. She breathed out her final breath, leaned forward, closed her eyes and was gone.

When we dream, the experience and the memory are as real as the memory of
any real experience.

I pray both are blessed!




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The following comments are for "Realms"
by fasthinker

Hi Fastthinker
Nice story but I could think of several ways you can have more effective dialog. Are you interested?

( Posted by: greatsmile [Member] On: June 5, 2005 )





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