The Book of Life

This is not part of the story and not inlcuded in the word count; however I do feel the need to note that both the search and wikipedia reference are true.  Also I also did not commit a spelling error, I feel the word g-d is a noun but I still prefer not to spell it out.  Love and peace.  Lynn

I received a package wrapped in plain brown paper from my grandmother today.  There was no note just an address, which was the only way that I knew it was from her.  I opened up the package and a small black book lay inside. The title on the cover was written in gold letters, ‘The Book of Life’.  As I scanned through it there were journal entries of names and dates, nothing more.

I googled “The Book of Life” it came back with 673,000,000 entries.  That is just too many to go through in one day.  Wikipedia said “The Book of Life, (Sefer HaChaim), is the allegorical book in which G-d records the names and lives of the righteous.” Very strange,  I looked at the black book with gold lettering.  The names had shifted in it, which was simply not possible.  As I stared incredulously at the book, all I could think was ‘How would my grandma get ‘The Book of Life”?’  This is just too big of a mystery to be solved in one day.  I went to bed.

It is 11 PM.  I awoke to voices in my backyard.  I was probably dreaming but I have decided to write all of this down so that I will remember it in the morning. When I looked at my backyard there were hundreds of glowing people back there.  The book's letters were glowing too, I was pretty sure that I was losing it.  I decided to put the book in a small black lockbox that I keep spare change in. 

One AM, I had woken up with a start and could not go back to sleep.  I kept hearing whispers from that stupid book.  ‘I am sorry.’ ‘I could have done better.’ ‘I did not mean to kill her.’ ‘I did not eat the liver that was my dog.’  I can’t deal with this. They are going to put me in a loony bin if this keeps up. I buried the book in the backyard.  I know that sounds stupid but it had to be better than having it in a black lockbox on my dining rooms table whispering at me.  I got my shovel out of the shed and dug a hole in my backyard.  The shimmering ghosts watched on as I put the black box into the ground.

Three AM, I heard an explosion from my backyard.  The ground literally exploded.  The black box with the book in it was at ground zero of the explosion, untouched near as I could see from my bedroom window. The shimmering shapes were grouping around the box as if there was something that they were expecting.

Five AM, I know what was needed from me now.  The shovel sat to the side of me.  The black box was open and the book was in my lap.  I sat with a pencil listening to their stories. Occasionally I wrote down the name, and occasionally I erased one.  Life goes on.


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