This short story ties together two previous ones. Before continuing on, I would recommend you first read It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year and Do You Hear What I Hear. All three are works of fiction and are not meant to represent any real people or events. If you enjoy these stories, you…
It was a dark and snowy night. It had not been so bad when Mildred left her daughter’s house about twenty minutes before. The storm seemed to come up out of nowhere. By now she should have made it home, taken her medication, and have been well on her way to bed.
Try to imagine a world without emotion. It is hard, nearly impossible. Imagine looking at a sunrise or a sunset and not seeing color. Imagine black and white everywhere. The world would be like Dorothy’s before going to OZ. She might have thought she knew what colors were but once she went to that magical place they truly opened up for her. Then, all she wanted was to get back to her safe black and white world. I couldn’t imagine doing the same.
No preacher, keep your false sympathy and your empty platitudes to yourself. It’s all bull. Believing in Jesus didn’t raise Carlie up. It didn’t protect her. Believing in Jesus is what got her killed.