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God Bless Ya!

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God Bless Ya!

Sharleen by hawk5555 at pixabay

Submitted: September 13, 2019

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God Bless Ya!

 

She was sweeping the floor when I crept in. Sharleen: straggly blonde hair, round smiley face, freckly nose, dimples. Looking as sensational as ever in a cropped crimson top and tight skinny jeans slung five inches below her navel.

I took out the pink ticket from my wallet, and a leaflet, and walked up to her altar. There was a silver bell, a tinker-bell, I rang it. She ignored me. I heard her sing of Jesus, sing so sweetly, of Jesus and Good, of God and Love, your sweet bird, our prophet.

‘Hello!’ I called.

She turned to face me, her smile radiant, her look knowing, saintly, beatific. I felt my face crack into its widest smile. We love her, don’t we? The maiden of mystique? The damsel of destiny?

‘Oh Hello!’ she beamed, ‘Sorry, I was with Him.’

‘I’m pleased, Sharleen! Pleased that you were with Him,’ I presented my ticket. She ignored it. ‘I came to collect my…?’ I began.

‘Your beige chinos, short leg 29 inches, waist 36 inches, I know!’

‘Of course, you do!’ I cried, ‘You know everything.’

I watched Sharleen sway her hips, wiggle her bum, for me. Disturbingly, because I could only wonder at her intonation.

Presently, she returned with my beautifully-pressed chinos, wrapped in drippy polythene and labelled ‘Other World Dry Cleaners’. The hangar had a shoulder made of recyclable paper, emblazoned with a sun sinking through an upturned rainbow.

God’s smile?

‘There you are!’ she cried, ‘That will be five pounds, please.’

I had a note, so paid in cash, I said unto her, ‘I was wondering…’

‘You all do,’ she interrupted.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand. We all do what?’ I said.

Sharleen took my hairy hands in her soft ones, rubbing them gently with her thumbs as if she were anointing me in readiness for Him to forgive me of my sins.

‘Wonder at me,’ she smiled.

‘Wonder at you?’

‘Mm!’ I caught the purr of a cheeky giggle in her throat, and smiled. She made me feel happy?

And she happily explained, ‘You wonder at me. And what I know? For I am the prophet. I am his Woman, sent to this Earth to tell you all…’

I edged in to her proclamation, ‘You know, don’t you? You know how the World will end: the day, the time, the way, the crime, the fire, the flood, the mire, the blood, the pain, the fear, the stain, in here…’

I pointed at my heart, beating furiously in my chest, the exhaustion of my full confession draining my very soul.

She pressed my palm to my heaving chest, held my hand over my heart, soothed my fears. She calmed me,

‘I know, darling, He told me.’ Sharleen rolled her eyes upwards, at Heaven, as if drifting into trance. ‘He told me How. But I’m not privileged to tell you until the World’s End.’

For some reason, I started to tremble and cry,

‘Please,’ I begged, ‘Tell me. How can I go on living in the knowledge that you, Sharleen, know how and when this World will End! How?’

‘That is the cross you have to bear,’ she said, rolling her skies of blue down until they pierced my eyes.

She seemed uncomfortable, shifted from trainer to trainer, leg to leg, as if she needed the lavatory. Sharleen settled, released my hands from hers, took my five-pound note, and gave me my trousers back.

‘I think you should go home now, Freddie, go to bed, be with your wife, and wait.’

I thanked Sharleen for her kindness unto me, turned on my heels, and left the dry cleaners. I stared up into the strange purple dusk. There was a bus stop outside the shop, thick yellow line, black bin. Ruefully, I took one last look at the leaflet, the girl in the gas mask, Harriet-Jacqui Furl, screwed it up in my fist, and threw it in the bin…

The traffic stopped, the shoppers paused, we scanned the skies, people were climbing out of cars, leaving café bars, ogling new-born stars. And He appeared above Us and Sharleen his Woman sat at his right-hand side, smiling down at me…

‘Is It Today?’ I asked.

‘Today, yes!’ she beamed, her teary sapphire eyes twinkling gems in the New Dawn Sky…

‘God Bless Ya!’


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