PENNY'S SHORT STORIES

Come My Angel

Pauline Williams sat slumped in her wheelchair feeling lonely and

abandoned in her room at the retirement Center. Do I look like I’m having a

wonderful retirement? Thought Pauline. The masked nurses had told her she was

forbidden to leave her room due to Covid-19, and she wasn’t allowed any visitors.

Her daughter, Martha, was the only one that came to see her these days, or

used to. She missed her company and humor, the pedicures and haircuts, and

would even welcome the constant complaints about her ex-husband if it would

only bring her back.

Pauline wasn’t scared to die of the virus, or the failing heart, liver and

kidneys. It was living with the constant pain of the rheumatoid arthritis that was

doing her in. Why hadn’t they even given her the choice of whether she was

willing to take the risk of Covid to see her children and grandchildren? Her body

had been dying for years, but now her spirit was dying too.

It was then that God came to visit. She looked up and saw the most

magnificent being that her aging eyes had ever beheld. He was smiling at her with

so much love and compassion.

“Your soul contract is over Pauline.”

“My soul contract? What is that?” she inquired.

“It’s the contract you signed before entering the Earth plane and chose to

forget who you really are,” said the Lord. “It’s time now for you to release all the

knowledge you have collected for me.”

“What knowledge?”

“You were called Pauline, because the word means ‘small’. In being so

named, others subconsciously understood the meaning, and treated you as one of

the least of my creations. You stored all the pain, the abuse, the trauma, the joy, the

love, and the kindness in the bones, joints, and muscles of your body. Now I will

have your memories, so that I may see into the hearts of my children.”

Pauline felt slightly dizzy for a second, and then miraculously all the pain

left her body, as memories flooded her mind, both good and bad, but too fleeting to

hold onto anyone. The lack of pain was bliss.

The Lord stretched out his hand to Pauline and asked, “Are you ready to go

home?”

Joy flowed through her heart and soul. “Yes,” she replied instantly, taking

His hand and standing up from her wheelchair. Her crippled physical body

slumped lifeless in the chair, as her spirit held the hand of God.

He smiled down at the crippled form of her spirit, and said “You can release

them now.”

As she straightened up, she grew taller and younger, and a full set of wings

unfurled from her back. She flexed her wings, then said “Thank you. I’ve suffered

back aches for a very long time now.”

God took her hand as he led her home, and said “I know.”

Penny Watson

Dec 25, 2020