A Tale of Second Chances

Richard had never been a believer; his belief system veered only towards the tangible things the world offered him: a steady job, smart investments here and there and, of course, how much money his car dealership raked in every month.

But when his Lexus collided with a truck at eighty kilometres per hour, and he found himself in a ditch hanging upside down, he couldn’t ignore the possibility of a divine presence. Of God.

Though it was not the simple fact that he survived the crash that led him to that conclusion. It was the light-filled, golden-armoured man standing not too far from his battered vehicle.

The Pain of Regret

The clock on the bedside table flashed 4.26 p.m. Though it was winter, Meredith’s forehead was drenched in sweat. And not because of the heavy jacket she wore, or the thirty-minute walk from the metro to her home. Rather, her nervousness was solely due to the letter she now held in her hands. At last it was time to find out if her child — her precious baby boy, Carl — was truly her husband’s.

Goodness

It was cold in the empty church. But that was not the reason Elijah’s hands were shaking, clasped over the pew. For the first time in his life, he was kneeling. Kneeling to seek a God he didn’t know. And no, he wasn’t looking to recite the usual prayers, those he’d learnt when he was a boy. This time, he wanted - or rather needed - to hear from God. Problem was, he hadn’t a clue about how to pray.

Paranoia: In The Room

Therapy was never an option for me. Therapy was a thing only meant for insane people, I always thought.

‘I’m completely fine,’ I would often say to myself about my mental stability. Especially when contemplating a thing I did which could be deemed a bit crazy.

But I stopped saying this the day I grabbed the knife, looking to defend myself with it, only to find nothing but air waiting for me.

The Law & The Man

‘It's easy to be a judge,’ Judge Collins would say to students, when invited to speak at university conferences. ‘The golden rule is: you must be impassive. You must keep all emotions out of your job.’ He firmly believed this. Heck, it had been his modus operandi throughout his career.

How could he know that his beliefs would change radically, that he would be so rocked to his core by death that his golden rule would feel impossible to abide by?

The Sorrow Of Silence

The lie was never an issue for me. I mean, I was fine with spending the rest of my life behind bars, as though the real culprit of the crime of June, 1997. And the thought of breaking silence about my innocence would have never crossed my mind, had I not received her letter this morning.