I Believe
A ghost story for the holidays
By Valerie Woods
Copyright
© 2012Introducing Sara...the third spirit attempting an intervention with a living human...
Sara
There was another
entity now in the café. Her face was sad
and anxious.
“She’s new isn’t
she?”
Gabriel now
noticed her, too. “I’d say. That’s her, Sara Wilson.”
Sara had paused
upon entering. It was her first trip
back. Death was still so fresh. She had
worked at Jasper’s Café and, to her surprise, found a refuge. Yes, she had baked scones, but Mark and Randy
had given her something she couldn’t get in her own home -- a tiny studio
behind the kitchen where she could paint.
Part of her
arrangement at Jasper’s was that her paintings would grace the walls of the
café. But in the two years she worked
there, she hadn’t completed a single painting.
There were stacks of unfinished visions stored behind the kitchen. And
then they had discovered the cancer. It
had come quickly and with a pitiless ferocity.
Now Sara felt the regret of so much left undone.
She didn’t
recognize Trevor and Gabriel for what they were right away. She was still having difficulty
distinguishing the living from the dead. It had all happened so quickly. But once she realized that the two men in the
corner booth were actually looking at her, she crossed to them. Her progress
was halted by the all too familiar sound of her husband’s knife-edged voice.
“Why would I want
them?” He was speaking to Mark, the stack of Sara’s paintings leaning against
the counter. Ramsey knocked back his double macchiato, looked dispassionately
at the paintings and shrugged. “You can
burn them for all I care,” and headed to the exit.
Sara’s form skittered
like the jagged lines of a video transmission gone off track, but only for a
moment. She pulled it together and
turned to her fellow wanderers.
Without the need
for much conversation, Trevor and Gabriel, with one accord, agreed to welcome
Sara on the team. And so it was, the
wandering duo became a very determined, light seeking trinity.