version.
She recalled wandering the short aisles, considering all kinds of purchases, even though she’d just gone in for a drink. And finally she’d just headed to the refrigerator cases at the back of the store. It hadn’t taken her long to make her pick: a cherry-flavored iced tea that she seemed able to buy only around there. She’d shared that information with Remy the last time he’d been up, and he had told her that it probably was because Massachusetts had laws preventing drinks that foul from being sold in the Commonwealth.
Ashley smiled briefly at the memory of her friend; then the reality of her situation again weighed down upon her.
Was anybody looking for her? Was Remy looking for her? Did they even know where to start?
Ashley had paid for her drink and then returned to her car, still trying to figure out what song was playing in the store. It was probably that distraction that had made her less than careful.
“Don’t Fear the Reaper”…Blue Oyster Cult.
She had remembered the song just as she’d climbed into her car, and placed her drink in the cup holder. She thought she might have been laughing when she’d inserted the key into the ignition, thinking about how cheery a song about not being afraid of death could sound when run through a Muzak filter.
The first person she’d thought to call about it was Remy. The two had had some interesting discussions about death over the years, and she thought he might get a kick out of hearing how the classic rock tune was being mangled.
Never mind the fact that she missed him…missed Beacon Hill, missed Marlowe, and missed her parents. This going-off-to-college-to-learn-to-be-an-adult thing wasn’t nearly as easy as she had thought it would be.
She’d been reaching for her cell phone when the man had attacked. She knew instantly who it was as his hands came over the front seat from the back to grab her. She saw most of his creepy face reflected in the rearview. She had tried to fight him off, bloodying her nose in the process, but as soon as his hands touched her, her strength had started to fade.
The creepy man just held her tight, an unusually hard hand pressed over her mouth, the other across her neck, waiting until the fight was gone from her.
It hadn’t taken long.
She remembered feeling incredibly tired and wanting so desperately to go to sleep as another part of her brain screamed like crazy for her to wake up and run.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
The creepy man’s touch was like a drug, and before she knew it, she was gone.
Anger quickly replaced the sadness and fear. How pathetic was she to be so easily taken from everyone she loved, to not even put up a fight?
Maybe she deserved this.
A flash of bright light crept into the room from a torn window shade, and for a moment she thought it was lightning.
Ashley waited for the sound of thunder to follow, but it didn’t come.
She angled her body in such a way as to keep her eyes on the shade, not remembering a time when she’d seen any light come from outside.
It always seemed to be dark where she was now.
Even something as simple as that flash of light was enough to bolster her hopes for a moment. Thoughts of a rescue played out in her mind.
Remy coming to save her.
She was about to close her eyes again, to try to escape through sleep, when the door into the room swung open. Thoughts of Remy still at the forefront of her mind, she sat up, holding her breath.
Hoping.
But her hopes were quickly suffocated as the strange little boy ran into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
She had no idea who he was and didn’t know if he could even speak. He seemed more like an animal, grunting and growling.
He glanced at her briefly as he passed her cage. His eyes were wide, wild, and he appeared to be out of breath. The boy went to a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulling open one of the drawers and reaching inside.
Ashley wished herself smaller, pushing herself deeper into the corner of the cage, one of the bars now digging painfully into her back as she watched him.
Praying he would leave her alone.
But the filthy animal child removed the leather collar and leash from the drawer and slowly approached the cage.
It was time for her walk.
Carroll Funeral Home
September 2008
He’d asked for some time alone with her.
Remy stood perfectly still, staring down at the remains of his wife of fifty years lying in the coffin.
But she wasn’t really there.
Madeline Chandler had been a loving, vivacious woman who had enjoyed every moment of her life, even as her time on this earth was slowly ticking away, eaten up by cancer.
It wasn’t her that he saw lying there. Certainly it looked like her in elder years, but what really made her who she was-his wife, his lover, his friend-had left this shell once it had decided to quit working.
He found this moment alone with her remains similar to looking at a photograph, the image a reminder of what had once been.
And what had been lost.
He could remember every moment that they had spent with each other, the important to the mundane. There wasn’t a single minute that he would have traded away.
Unless it would have given him another minute with her.
As an angel of the Heavenly host Seraphim, he had prepared himself for this.
Not this specifically, but for the pain that he was certain would be part of the human life he had chosen to live. As he lived and loved among them as the centuries passed, he thought he had learned what it was all about.
What it meant to be human.
It had never been clearer than when he had met her and their lives had inexorably become entwined. What he had thought he’d learned from the human species had merely been a scratch on the surface; Madeline had shown him the reality of it.
Her love for him-their love for each other-truly showed him what God had seen in these magnificent creations. After believing that he had read the entire book on humanity, being with Madeline made him realize that he’d read only the prologue to the most wondrous tale still to be experienced.
But now that book was done.
He thought he had prepared himself for the inevitable end to their story, but now realized that nothing could have prepared him for this.
The pain was so bad it made him doubt everything he had done since renouncing Heaven and coming to Earth.
Was it worth it to lose it all?
Death was a sure thing for them, but they still carried on, living their lives to the fullest extent. Once again he thought he’d understood them, but now he saw how strong they actually were.
And he had begun to wonder about his own strength. The skin of humanity that he’d proudly worn for more than a millennium had been damaged by the death of his companion. It was a pain that seemed never to diminish, instead growing more pronounced with the passing of each day that she wasn’t there with him.
Remy laid his hand upon hers, remembering all the times that her lovely fingers had been entwined with his, and would never be again.
He was close to shucking it all, abandoning the life he had created for himself and returning to the world he
