Dead Lucky

  The day I died was the luckiest day of my life. Walking home with my lottery winnings I didn't see the mugger until she stabbed me in the

chest. I had a gun but I never even pulled it out. All I saw was the cash falling from my hands as I hit the sidewalk. My fiancee ,however, was

much quicker on the draw. Sheila grabbed the gun from my bloody jacket pocket and blew the girl away. I heard Sheila scream as the

woman's body fell on top of me. Sheila kept screaming and shooting until she killed both of us.

Someone called 911 and we were on our way to the Emergency Room. I found myself hovering low over my body with great curiosity.The young woman floated beside me staring down in disbelief. "What did you do to me?" she whispered," I have two little kids at home."

"You? ", I growled,"You stabbed me! I was happy minding my own business."

"You were an idiot," she said," Walking in this neighborhood with a load of cash."

Through the back window I could see Sheila handing the gun to a cop. All at once I realized how much I disliked her. At least she wouldn't get the money. We weren't married yet. Below us the paramedics worked furiously on our bodies. I noticed how beautiful the girl was beside me.

"What's your name?" I asked," Mine is, was Dave."

"Don't hate me she said. My name is Mia and if it comes up later ,remember I didn't kill you."

I gasped as a sudden jolt changed my visual point of view. CPR was working , the pain slammed into my chest but I remembered the floating girl. Glancing over I saw her sightless eyes take back the light. Oxygen masks covered bloody faces but our eyes locked and held .

Through our long recovery we grew to love each other . We were married a year later at a special ceremony in the Women's Prison.

Yes, the day I died was the luckiest day of my life.