The Miracle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Abandoned

Convicted and sentenced to death a man finds the faith to face his fate.

Submitted: December 11, 2017

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Submitted: December 11, 2017



Twenty years in this cell, twenty years waiting for this day and finally it was here.  At first, he had fought against it.  He had done all he could to try and postpone this day, but then he had heard the priest talking to another prisoner.  He had listened and it touched something in him.  He had asked the priest to come see him.  He had listen and asked for a bible.  He had read it and found peace in the words within.


He hadn’t changed overnight, but he was soon requesting his date be moved up.  He wanted to pay for his crimes.  He would spend his nights praying and his days writing briefs asking that his end come sooner.  They had thought it was an attempt to get a stay because he was mentally unfit, but he showed them he wasn’t.  He admitted to killing all those people, all those men, women and children in a rage.


Today was the day, in a few short hours he would be taken from this room and put to death.  That wasn’t his true punishment for his crime, his punishment would be an eternity in Hell.  His last meal arrived, a simple broth.  He sipped it straight from the bowl waiting for the priest.


They sat and prayed together.  He asked God’s forgiveness for what he had done and prayed that someday he would have paid for his crimes.  The priest blessed him as the guards arrived.  He had become a model prisoner, but the rules demanded he be chained like an animal and he didn’t resist as his arms and legs were cuffed.


He shuffled down the row.  The other prisoners stood vigil by their cell doors.  Even the new ones for whom this was the first time joined the ritual.  It had been like that for him when he first arrived.


The strapped him down on the table and a doctor put the IVs into his arms.  The curtain was drawn back and he looked out on the viewing room.  It was packed and he noticed the cameras in the back.  He had been told the families of his victims would be attending, but there were so many they had to broadcast to other rooms for them to watch.  The list of his crimes was read and the sentence.  They turned to him and asked if he had any last words.  He had a speech he had memorized apologizing about all the things he had done, but the words died in his throat.  His mouth was dry and he simply shook his head.


The first of the three drugs were pumped into him and he began to float.  Things began to lose focus and he felt himself drift off.  The second and then the third was pumped into his veins.  He floated above himself at this point tethered to his remains by a silvery cord.


He watched the doctor come forward and listen to his heart.  Mouths moved, but he couldn’t hear what was said.  The sheet was pulled over his face as the curtains were shut.  The guards transferred his body to a gurney and it was rolled out.  The cord stretched and then suddenly like a rubber band pulled to its limit it yanked him after the gurney.  He passed through walls and rooms as he was pulled back to float above his body.  They lifted the body into a black bag and zipped it up.


He was dragged along as his body was moved to the morgue.  It was busy so it was stuck in a drawer and a week passed before the corner pulled it out.  He had floated there the whole time wondering if this was what Hell was.  Tied to a dead body unable to see or talk with anybody.  He thought it was a fitting punishment and silently prayed for forgiveness.


Procedure required that all inmates killed in prison must receive a full autopsy before burial, there were no allowances made for those killed by the state.  The coroner had the body moved to the table and laid out his tools.  He was about to make his first incision when the prisoner was yanked back into his body.  He reached up and grabbed the coroner’s wrist and the poor old man fainted.


It was unprecedented.  Legally he had been a week and now he was alive.  The legal system didn’t know what to do.  The church demanded his release, the family of the victims demanded another execution and the prisoner just prayed for answers.


It took a year in the courts, reaching the Supreme Court before it was all over.In the end it was decided he had paid for his crimes.  He had been executed.  He was released even as the friends and families of his victims protested.  He was hounded by the press and the church attempted to get him to speak of his new-found faith.  Finally, after months of being pressured he agreed to one interview.  He had some demands.  It would go out live, no delay.  He would speak then he would answer questions.


Walking out from behind the curtain he was dressed in black.  His suit, dress shirt even the tie was black.  He took his seat and the host introduced him.  He smiled and stood up.


“Well ladies and gentlemen after my experience I had a lot of time to think.  I couldn’t understand what had happened at first.  I mean I had done the things I was found guilty of and much more.  I was prepared to accept my damnation but then I came back.  Only reason I can think of why that happened was, I’m too evil for God to ever forgive and the Devil fears me.  Guess you all are stuck with me.”


A shot rang out as the father of one of his victims stood up in the audience and shot him in the head.  The prisoner reached up and touched the bullet hole.  “Nice try, but death just doesn’t seem to be working.”

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