āPlease wake up, Betsy,ā Alice whispered.
Alice gripped her sisterās hand as she listened to the heart monitor beep. She hadnāt slept in days while her sister was in the hospital, and her face was pale and drawn. Her sisterās white face looked so small on the pillow. Alice bowed her head in silent prayer.
āGod, please, heal my sister,ā she pleaded silently. āI need her so much. My parents told me when I was young that you listen to every prayer, and that youāll answer. I know I havenāt been the most faithful,ā she gulped back tears, ābut I need you to heal Betsy.ā Alice laid her head on the hospital bed, struggling to hold back tears. She drifted off to sleep, not noticing when the heart monitorās beeping slowed and then, finally, stopped.
āMiss Alice?ā a nurse asked softly, gently shaking Alice awake. Alice sat up, struggling to hold back a yawn. She looked down at her sisterās still figure. The hand she was still grasping was icy cold.
āIām sorry, Miss Alice,ā the nurse whispered sympathetically. āShe-she died only a few minutes ago.
Later that day, Alice dragged her feet in through the autumn leaves that had fallen and covered the sidewalk. She looked up at the gray cloud-covered sky. A single raindrop fell and landed on the end of her nose. She wiped it away harshly.
āGod, why didnāt you answer me? I asked you to heal Betsy, but you didnāt,ā she whispered angrily.
A voice deep inside her soul whispered to her. I did answer. But I have something better in mind for both of you. Just trust Me.
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For the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/writing-challenge-dialogue/
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