From hope

He slowly picked her up from the bare floor. Her eyes slowly opened allowing the light to enter her soul. A poor old man in withered grey cloak held her, smiling.

“You are early” the old man said holding her.

“Where am I?” She asked.

“Somewhere you shouldn’t come early.” He smiled.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“All your life you call me and yet when I come that is what you had to ask”. He smiled. “I am a father, call me father. How did you get here?”

“I don’t know,” she said, thinking seemed very hard for her. He placed his palm on her forehead. “Think”.

She could think back to the very last of days. She was driving her car, smashed into the railings of a bridge down to the river below drowning her.

She cried her heart out.

“I had no other choice, I lost everything, everyone I thought I had left me like I died. There was no hope in being alive.”

He embraced her, “there is always hope in living. Death is no choice, its a destination you reach once you finish your journey. And you have a long way to go.” He smiled “go back complete the journey and come back I will wait for you.”

“But…” Her body was weakening, eyelids weighed up. She went blank.

Later she woke up with a very tired smile on her face. She was in a coma for three days and now awake by god’s grace. But she remembered, there is always hope in living.