An Elemental?
Camille was disoriented. She was not thinking, her mind was focused on the news of her husband Mark's accident in a televised police chase.
It was him, no doubt, but at the same time, her mind created some doubt as to what he was doing in that area. Why was he running away, who was the woman accompanying him who apparently died in the turnaround triggered by the chase, and who was identified as his wife?
"It must have been a mistake," she repeated to herself.
She got into the first cab that stopped, it was not easy for her, no other cab paid attention to her desperate hand signal.
She asked him to take her to the Metropolitan Hospital, where the city's Forensic Unit was located, to make sure it was Mark or that everything was a mess, as she prayed it would be.
There was a lot of traffic, the cab driver was not following the known roads, and she was scared. When he dared to tell her that he was not following the known route to his destination, the cab driver muttered something like:
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
And she, on the verge of a nervous breakdown:
"Sir, that's not how you go to the hospital!"
"The hospital? ...No! The Metropolitan Cemetery!"
"Sir, you've made a mistake..."
She said without being able to stop the cab so that it would not enter the Cemetery. An overwhelming silence closed her mouth and she only contemplated, amazed and disgusted, how she was joining the caravan headed by a hearse. There was no turning back, she would have to wait for the funeral to take place before she could get out of the line of cars.
However, when people started to get out of the cars, she was stunned because she knew most of them. So she told the cab driver to stop, that she was going to find out who he was and that he was going to come back, and the cab driver agreed.
As she approached, she saw her mother, sister, aunts, and other relatives and friends. His fear grew when he saw her picture on the coffin and began to cry and scream:
"I'm alive! I'm alive! Look at me!"
But no one seemed to see or hear her.
So the cab driver came over to comfort her and she, in tears, asked, "Am I dead?
And he kindly replied, "His life energy left his body, which lies in that coffin about to be buried."
"Who are you? Where's Mark? Why aren't you with me?"
"I am just elemental energy supporting your body change. I assume the form that your mental and emotional need gives me. Mark also left this life and is not with you because everyone assumes this transition according to many factors, including the consciousness of being dead."
"An Elemental?"
Walking with him, Camille looked like a question machine:
"What do I do now? Where are my dead people? Is this a purgatory? Where should I go now? To heaven, to hell?"
"You are free! Your cosmic consciousness guides you in this state. ... Your dead people? Your transformed relatives? They are what they chose to be, perhaps reborn or perhaps still clinging to their past life or rising to purer forms of energy. You will be and do what you think is necessary. In this phase of evolution, there is no dualism. Neither good nor evil, neither heaven nor hell. Time no longer governs the process of life, you will be transformed into whatever you decide, you enjoy free will. Here you are from a small light turned on to your previous life, to a being so evolved that you no longer need to be reborn, or perhaps an elemental being like me, in my case, I chose to be attentive to serve as a bridge to recently disincarnated spirits, to offer tranquility, peace, and light, with the appearance that the thought of disincarnated or hypersensitive people gives us, we move in different dimensions: Elementals, mestizos or angels, as some call us.”
21/10/2020
Awesome story!!!! Love it.
I am just glad you reblogged it! I am too blown away by it.
@zeleiracordero writes great short stories!
On that note, I will be following her. I love great short stories :)
It is my pleasure that you liked it.
Who wouldn't? It's well written 👌
Thank you, @owasco!
Thank you, @owasco!
Thanks to you reblogging it, I found this gem - what a message!
The dead
I'd like to see our narrator find Mark, or see her choosing a good "place" instead of the fear, chaos, and confusion she's in at the opening of the story.
Love that cab driver!!!