Sopping in moisture, he sprang up apprehensively. He kept on panting until it dawned on him that it had been but a dream. He lighted a matchstick and lit the candle on the small wooden table. It was still very gloomy but the moon shown lustrously and it seemed to be smiling half-heartedly down at him except he was hallucinating. He wanted to sleep back but the alarming dream came back to memory. He looked at Anita’s picture on the wall and was put off immediately. He was going to put off the engagement gently. No one had to know what was wrong with their courting. No one had to know why he was going to tear her heart to pieces.
The sky was crystal clear. Nothing special, he thought looking at the sparkly view.
He picked up an old newspaper and began to fan himself. It was hot and the confusing state of things didn’t make things any better. Plus, he had a distressing catarrh that had refused to leave.
‘No, I cant hurt myself, I gotta let her go’
Ah, but it was painful. After months of faultless and immaculate courting, something unordinary was going to tear them apart. She was everything a young average man would want but holy elements took a noble delight in tearing them apart.
She was fair and elegant. The fairest of all the women he knew. An exquisite jewel she was, worth more than any jewel. Her long thick black hair, worn plainly down with a crisp flower at the front was far better than any attachment, synthetic, or human hair. She was as rare a gem as any decoration worth being purchased. But was it really all worth it? Was her gaiety elegant pose all worth the shock and embarrassment in the church of God? What would his folks say?
What would the parishioners gossip?
He sat back with his head in his clasped hands. Was it love that made him want to just keep it all together or that dream; that all so powerful dream that made him think divine power could be somewhat annoying when you didn’t understand its ways.
He shook his head. No way was he keeping the courtship together further more than today. It was going to end. Maybe a text-no a phone call-a gentle man could end it over dinner. Yes that was it. A normal dinner with two old comrades parting.
For all he knew, that angel that appeared to him could as well be the devil. Lucifer was once an angel so he knew their wiles and perils. He had said in a gentle low tone ‘the baby is of the holy ghost’ that was supposed to be good news but it had scared him to death. Plus, the public wouldn’t have it. ‘Holy ghost?’ that’s crap
He turned to the heavens as they gradually became clear. The candle light was gradually burning away so everything seemed a bit misty. Just like his life
‘Show me your will clearly’
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