Flash Ficiton

Blessings

“Hello?” Carolynn called shyly.

The old lady looked up from her cup that had only a few jingling coins in the bottom. “Yes?” she croaked.

“Here,” Carolynn said. She handed the homeless woman a shopping bag stuffed full of groceries. “I thought you might be able to use these.” She’d gone into the store and bought them for the lady when she’d spotted her sitting outside of the store.

The lady grinned. Her teeth were surprisingly white. “Thank you, dearie.” Her voice croaked, but there was something new in it. “Bless her, Lord Jesus.”

From that day on, any time Carolynn was feeling down, she would spot a rainbow in the sky when no one else would see it.

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 “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’

Matthew 25:40

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The Answer

“Please wake up, Betsy,” Alice whispered.

Alice gripped her sister’s hand as she listened to the heart monitor beep. She hadn’t slept in days while her sister was in the hospital, and her face was pale and drawn. Her sister’s white face looked so small on the pillow. Alice bowed her head in silent prayer.

“God, please, heal my sister,” she pleaded silently. “I need her so much. My parents told me when I was young that you listen to every prayer, and that you’ll answer. I know I haven’t been the most faithful,” she gulped back tears, “but I need you to heal Betsy.” Alice laid her head on the hospital bed, struggling to hold back tears. She drifted off to sleep, not noticing when the heart monitor’s beeping slowed and then, finally, stopped.

“Miss Alice?” a nurse asked softly, gently shaking Alice awake. Alice sat up, struggling to hold back a yawn. She looked down at her sister’s still figure. The hand she was still grasping was icy cold.

“I’m sorry, Miss Alice,” the nurse whispered sympathetically. “She-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.

“God, why didn’t you answer me? I asked you to heal Betsy, but you didn’t,” 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/