Fields of Heaven

Discovery

Andrew

 

                    When I teleported to Madison’s former home, I couldn’t believe my eyes; I left a seven year old girl, but returned to a pre-teen.  I couldn’t help but think, beautiful, as I watched her from the doorway of her old room, following her mother around, eager for attention; even her hair grew.  Her mane, once large and curly, now waved down her back as if each strand finally took to the weight of gravity.  Her clothes were different too; the white dress that once hung on her body managed to change into a larger, floral patterned tunic dress.  She looked as though she belonged in a bohemian magazine.  How is this happening?

 

I couldn’t let what Daniel said get to me, I had to help Madison reach her mother and then return to her to the in-between, without the extra human emotion.

 

“What is happening to me, Andrew?—Madison looked at me from the shadows of the far end of the room.  Her mother was snuggled on the chocolate brown sofa, with a glass of red wine; you could hear the smooth jazz playing in the background as she sipped slowly, staring off into the distance—what is happening to my mother and why haven’t I seen my daddy yet?”

 

“Your mother is aging, just like you.  I don’t know where your daddy is.”  I walked across the room, slowly, careful not to make Madison any more confused and angry than what she already was.

 

“But why is she aging so quickly…she has grey hair…she’s sad all the time…is this all because of me?”

 

“She’s aging at the proper rate, Madison.  Time is much slower for us in the in-between, but on earth years are passing.  You’re still aging as if you were on earth because you weren’t supposed to die so early.”

 

“Is this all because of me?” Madison persisted.

 

“No, it isn’t.  This is just the way things have to be.”

 

        The time had finally come for Madison to learn how to communicate with her mother.  I could no longer try to answer questions about why we existed in the way that we did, so I needed for a miracle to happen so that she could ascend.

 

“Get angry.”

 

“What?—Madison looked at me puzzled—why?”

 

“I need you to get angry so that you can build up enough energy to move something.”

 

Madison looked at her mother and then back at me, “How do I even begin—“

 

“Your mother never loved you.”

 

“What…yes she d—“

 

“No. Why do you think she killed you in that accident?  She hates you.”

 

“No, no, stop saying those things!”

 

“She hates you, Madison and that is why I want us to leave here!”

 

“NO, YOU MONSTER, SHE DOESN’T.” Madison ran towards me, ready to claw my eyes out and in the process accidently bumped into the end table next to the sofa.  The small crystal ash tray that was placed strategically at the end, toppled over.

 

Madison’s mother jumped up, “Who’s there?!”

 

Madison and both turned to see her mother on both feet, with her wine glass in hand.  She looked around, her eyes filled with panic.  She turned to see the ash tray lying on the floor and bent down to pick it up.

 

“What just happened?”  Madison’s eyes grew to the size of silver dollars.

 

“That’s why I wanted you to get angry.”