Where Is
Carrie???
For me Carrie is, figuratively speaking, “the
girl next door”. (Literally, she is the
girl in the next block.) Or was. Until today.
When she disappeared. Which I
discovered when I saw that her car was not in her driveway – where it should
have been! A large sheet of paper
affixed to her refrigerator told me to go to “you know where” – that secret
place in her study – where I found her brief good-bye note: she had made her decision to go to the
mission field, something she had long spoken of as a possibility. Details, she said, would be supplied to me by
Martha, who would stop by this evening for that purpose.
Indeed, I had no sooner read her note when
I saw Martha’s car pulling into the driveway, and when she got out of her car –
WOW !! Another shocker! Unlike her usual quiet demeanor and
appearance, Martha was clad in a gorgeous dress and was bubbling over with
excitement as she filled in the details of Carrie’s great fortune in finding
exactly the kind of work she was hoping to do:
work to which she now will be devoting the rest of her life! Martha was very aggressive in forbidding me
to feel sorry that Carrie is now gone from here and in exhorting me to rejoice
that she had found her vocation. AND,
before I knew it, I began to rejoice with ever more gusto; AND before I realized
what was happening I had fallen MADLY in love with Martha. To cut to the chase – we will be married
tomorrow – she already has the license!
Whew! As the Bible says, “you
never know what a day may bring forth!”.
Forrest W.
Schultz
February 13,
2015
Last year I
wrote my fortieth short story. So, this
is my 41st. The numbers in
2015 add up to 8, the number of new beginnings.
So, this is my new beginning! Oh, yeah, and, guess what – tomorrow is
Valentine’s Day – go figure! F.
