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Two roads lead to the same destination.
A chapter in the book The Walkers
Cal and Cris
by papa55mike
| Background Gabriel Hope leads a formidable group of Angels and Walkers through the Spirit Realm on a dangerous mission to India. |
Cal
On this late April morning, there is a fall-like crispness in the air behind the old school near Trenton, Tennessee. Cal Cummings found this place to sleep late last night, so she wrapped herself in her blanket and hunkered down for the rest of the night.
The rising sun upon the trees opens her eyes then she asks a question. "Why am I here, Lord? Your Spirit was flourishing at the San Diego Mission; we were saving many young women from a life of drugs and prostitution. Then You bring me across the country to Tennessee. I'm not questioning You in any way; I'd like a little clarity, that's all."
Of course, no answer.
Cal's mind begins to drift back to San Diego. She needed to be there for Monica. The sweet, sixteen-year-old runaway, who she helped get away from her pimp and off the streets. It took a year, but Monica beat her heroin addiction and should have been reunited with her parents the day after she left. Cal looks to the sky. "That was two months ago; I'm trusting that all went well on that one, Lord."
Not a word.
She hears her stomach growling and searches her backpack for a cereal bar, with no luck. "Well, I hear traffic in that direction. I'd say there's got to be a store close by." Cal packs up, shoulders her load, and heads in the direction of the traffic noise.
It's one of Cal's daily projects; to find the simple beauty that God leaves lying around for us to cherish. She turns the corner at the school, and waiting for her is a clump of Spiders Wort blooming growing along a crack in the foundation. The dark purple bloom with delicate yellow pollen holds a sweet treat for moths at night.
She smiles and says, "Thank you, Father."
Cal slowly walks towards the Magic Mart; it looks like a decent place for a convenience store. They must have recently remodeled it; I like the blue and red color scheme. Standing by the front door are two locals who seem to be checking out the ladies going into the market. It sounds like a construction site. They are whooping it up, good.
I can't believe my eyes. Did the taller one slap that young girl on the butt? He needs a lesson in how to respect a woman.
Both of them spot Cal walking into the parking lot towards the door. Ben, the tall one with a heinous smile, speaks up first. "My goodness, Roy. Look at this tall drink of water."
His partner, Jim, answers, "I'd love to climb to the top of that mountain. Hey, sweetie, you ain't from around these parts, are you?"
"I guess the cat's got her tongue, Jim," Ben draws his hand back.
Cal reaches for the door with her left hand leaving the right hand free. Ben starts his hand forward, and Cal turns, catching his hand by the fingers. Her hand almost swallows his. Cal takes his fingers and jerks them towards the ground; she can hear some tendons snap in his wrist while he's falling to his knees in extreme pain. Tears creep from the corner of his eyes.
"I should throat punch right now!" Cal hollers. "But that would not be showing you the love of Jesus." She jerks his hand down again. "You need to learn how to respect a woman before something bad happens to you."
Cal tosses him away like a paper sack, then turns to glare at his partner. She opens the door and hears the cashier is howling with laughter. Ben and Jim stumble all over themselves, trying to get away.
~
Cris
The walk down Highway Forty-five towards Milan is bright and sunny this early morning. Cris is admiring the scenery in his mind. It's funny how everything is on the right side of the four-lane. There's a Wal-Mart, Lowes, two walk-in clinics, two auto dealerships, and a convenience store. On the left, cows and pasture. Interesting.
He slowly makes his way across the highway to the market for a couple of bottles of water. The store is bright and remodeled, full of everything you could legally want.
It's so early in the morning; there's only one old pickup truck at the gas pumps. The man standing at the counter must own it. He strides up to the door then notices the cashier's face staring at him with a frightened look. Cris shakes his head and says to himself. "Well, I'd say there's robbery in progress. Let me put my two cents in this." He reaches behind him and pulls out his Colt 45 from his belt holster. He hides it under his backpack to eliminate any questions.
Cris catches his breath then puts on his best smile before walking in. "Good morning, everybody. What a great day to be alive in the Lord!"
The man turns to Cris with his gun pointed at his head. He hollers, "Put your hands up!"
Cris ignores him and walks up to the cashier. "My dear, you're a vision of loveliness this morning." She can't help but smile.
The man screams again. "I said, put your hands up!"
Cris turns to the man in a lightning-fast move and sticks his gun in the center of his forehead. "I don't like your rudeness. Let me explain something to you. This gun is a Colt 45, model number 1911. I have hollow-point cartridges loaded in it. They'll make a small hole going in but will blast the back of your head all over those doors behind you. I think you're going to give that money back to this lady then flee for your life. Besides, I don't like making a mess this early in the morning."
The man slowly lowers his gun, reaches over, and plops the cash on the counter. He slowly backs out the door, runs to his truck then flies out of the parking lot.
Cris laughs, then turns to the cashier. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
"I think so, but I could sure use a bathroom break."
"Go ahead; I'm not going anywhere."
On this late April morning, there is a fall-like crispness in the air behind the old school near Trenton, Tennessee. Cal Cummings found this place to sleep late last night, so she wrapped herself in her blanket and hunkered down for the rest of the night.
The rising sun upon the trees opens her eyes then she asks a question. "Why am I here, Lord? Your Spirit was flourishing at the San Diego Mission; we were saving many young women from a life of drugs and prostitution. Then You bring me across the country to Tennessee. I'm not questioning You in any way; I'd like a little clarity, that's all."
Of course, no answer.
Cal's mind begins to drift back to San Diego. She needed to be there for Monica. The sweet, sixteen-year-old runaway, who she helped get away from her pimp and off the streets. It took a year, but Monica beat her heroin addiction and should have been reunited with her parents the day after she left. Cal looks to the sky. "That was two months ago; I'm trusting that all went well on that one, Lord."
Not a word.
She hears her stomach growling and searches her backpack for a cereal bar, with no luck. "Well, I hear traffic in that direction. I'd say there's got to be a store close by." Cal packs up, shoulders her load, and heads in the direction of the traffic noise.
It's one of Cal's daily projects; to find the simple beauty that God leaves lying around for us to cherish. She turns the corner at the school, and waiting for her is a clump of Spiders Wort blooming growing along a crack in the foundation. The dark purple bloom with delicate yellow pollen holds a sweet treat for moths at night.
She smiles and says, "Thank you, Father."
Cal slowly walks towards the Magic Mart; it looks like a decent place for a convenience store. They must have recently remodeled it; I like the blue and red color scheme. Standing by the front door are two locals who seem to be checking out the ladies going into the market. It sounds like a construction site. They are whooping it up, good.
I can't believe my eyes. Did the taller one slap that young girl on the butt? He needs a lesson in how to respect a woman.
Both of them spot Cal walking into the parking lot towards the door. Ben, the tall one with a heinous smile, speaks up first. "My goodness, Roy. Look at this tall drink of water."
His partner, Jim, answers, "I'd love to climb to the top of that mountain. Hey, sweetie, you ain't from around these parts, are you?"
"I guess the cat's got her tongue, Jim," Ben draws his hand back.
Cal reaches for the door with her left hand leaving the right hand free. Ben starts his hand forward, and Cal turns, catching his hand by the fingers. Her hand almost swallows his. Cal takes his fingers and jerks them towards the ground; she can hear some tendons snap in his wrist while he's falling to his knees in extreme pain. Tears creep from the corner of his eyes.
"I should throat punch right now!" Cal hollers. "But that would not be showing you the love of Jesus." She jerks his hand down again. "You need to learn how to respect a woman before something bad happens to you."
Cal tosses him away like a paper sack, then turns to glare at his partner. She opens the door and hears the cashier is howling with laughter. Ben and Jim stumble all over themselves, trying to get away.
~
Cris
The walk down Highway Forty-five towards Milan is bright and sunny this early morning. Cris is admiring the scenery in his mind. It's funny how everything is on the right side of the four-lane. There's a Wal-Mart, Lowes, two walk-in clinics, two auto dealerships, and a convenience store. On the left, cows and pasture. Interesting.
He slowly makes his way across the highway to the market for a couple of bottles of water. The store is bright and remodeled, full of everything you could legally want.
It's so early in the morning; there's only one old pickup truck at the gas pumps. The man standing at the counter must own it. He strides up to the door then notices the cashier's face staring at him with a frightened look. Cris shakes his head and says to himself. "Well, I'd say there's robbery in progress. Let me put my two cents in this." He reaches behind him and pulls out his Colt 45 from his belt holster. He hides it under his backpack to eliminate any questions.
Cris catches his breath then puts on his best smile before walking in. "Good morning, everybody. What a great day to be alive in the Lord!"
The man turns to Cris with his gun pointed at his head. He hollers, "Put your hands up!"
Cris ignores him and walks up to the cashier. "My dear, you're a vision of loveliness this morning." She can't help but smile.
The man screams again. "I said, put your hands up!"
Cris turns to the man in a lightning-fast move and sticks his gun in the center of his forehead. "I don't like your rudeness. Let me explain something to you. This gun is a Colt 45, model number 1911. I have hollow-point cartridges loaded in it. They'll make a small hole going in but will blast the back of your head all over those doors behind you. I think you're going to give that money back to this lady then flee for your life. Besides, I don't like making a mess this early in the morning."
The man slowly lowers his gun, reaches over, and plops the cash on the counter. He slowly backs out the door, runs to his truck then flies out of the parking lot.
Cris laughs, then turns to the cashier. "Are you all right, sweetie?"
"I think so, but I could sure use a bathroom break."
"Go ahead; I'm not going anywhere."
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