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Choppy Water

Allan Onik

    Tab stepped higher onto bridge’s railing and looked out onto the water.
    “It’s easy,” Tab whispered in the darkness. “Just a quick thrust and then...nothing. It’ll all be over.”
    He prepared himself on the Birmingham but noticed the Monongahela’s white caps. The water was choppy, and he faltered.
    “You know, you don’t have to do that,” Tab looked to his side to see a girl in a Steelers hoodie standing under a street lamp. “You don’t deserve to die tonight. Why don’t you step down and we can talk about it?”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” Tab said. “This is the end of the line. I have nothing to live for anymore. My parents died years ago, and I have no friends or family. There’s no one looking out for me. I feel cold and alone. It’s just me and this city I grew up in—and the cold and clouds. I want to go back to my early days.”
    The girl smiled at him. She had brunette hair, and Tab found her pretty.
    “Well, I don’t know you. But I do care. I’m not gonna call the cops or anything. You should get to decide what to do. But will you do something for me? There’s a psychic on East Carson Street near The Beehive Coffee Shop. She’s new in town, and rumor has it she’s one of the most powerful mystics on the planet—if you believe in that sort of thing. Will you go see her? I saw her, and she seemed pretty legitimate to me. Maybe she can help you say goodbye? If that’s what you want.”
    “I don’t believe in that shit,” Tab said.
    “But this one’s real! If you’re going to go, maybe she can help.”
    “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” Tab said.

    “Tab. I can see everyone that’s coming years before they come in. That’s how it works, you know. For me at least. All of us are different. And some of us are fakes. Though I can assure you I’m not.”
    The psychic wore a blue tunic, and emanated a faint blue light. In her den Tab noted crystals and roses, tarot cards and unique candles.
    “I came to talk to you about something—someone to me to....”
    “Yes child, I know. In God’s eyes you are held in very high esteem—despite you sins. The Creator has always looked on you with infinite love, like a Divine Mother for a Cosmic Child. Your expression on this planet and in your current body may seem a bit pained right now, but it is important for you to recognize that you are never alone, and were never alone. There is a Field of Love that feels nothing but joy in your creation. And there’s something I was meant to tell you. Now is not the time to leave your body. You have too much living to do! When the sun rises tomorrow, it is a new day. So enjoy Bliss, and live within the planetary alignments The Creator has meant for you—in the places you are meant to be.”
    “Maybe it isn’t so bad after all,” Tab said.
    “Yes, darling,” The mystic countered, “I can see your aura shining bright. And I can feel your Love. Now, go find a place to rest.”

    Tab paddled in a canoe and stared up at the Birmingham Bridge. The sun shined in his face and he smiled. It was a breezy day, and the water was choppy.

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