He looked at Martha, her gold light acting as a lamp in the night. He looked at her silent husband who had no light and no shadow but was just there like always.
"Martha you are homeless"
She laughed, "Yes that's pretty obvious"
"And you are a Christian"
"Yes....and?"
"Aren't you mad at your god"
The woman smiled softly.
"No, not even in a million years."
Alek felt frustrated. How could they not be mad?!
"I don't get it. I don't get you or anyone else!" He said as he raised his hands in defeat.
"Perhaps you are thinking that my inconvenience of being homeless is God's fault but it isn't. And even if it is who am I to-"
Alek finished her sentence, "Question him about it? yeah yeah, same response" Alek grumbled in annoyance.
"I see it this way. If I wasn't homeless I would have never met you" She said with such kind eyes
and he just deflated.
"Aren't you happy that we met in this life?" She asks sincerely.
Alek sighs and sits down on a bucket.
"Yeah, I am."
"If God just gave us all perfect lives how would be able to reach people who don't have perfect lives and be able to spread his word to others?"
He stayed silent.
She brought out a blanket and gave it to him.
"Here, I heard that tonight will be colder"
"Thanks"
Alek looked around the street to the other tents and the homeless going about their night. Some do drugs, others eat, others sleep and their shadows all look content in their misery.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
The next day he woke up early to go to a public library to print a map so that he could get to Marina's house. He followed the map as well as asking around in the end he stood in front of a blue house that had a ramp.
The wooden fence had not been painted yet.
He was early and he didn't want to look like a weirdo standing in front of her house so he was about to leave when the door opened and he saw her come out of the house.
"Alek! You came!"
He awkwardly waved hello.
Behind her, a man appeared. The man was taller than the door frame with a military haircut and had a scar on his face.
Alek gulped at the sight of him.
The man's blue eyes glared at him.
Alek also could see that the man's light was bright but unlike Marina's soft fire light, this man's fire felt dangerous.
Alek pulled down his hoody and cleared his throat.
"Um Hello, Sir I am Alek a friend of Marina. She said she needed help with painting the fence?"
"Thank you for coming Alek, please, you can come in!" Marina said.
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Marina
SpiritualAlek has lost everything: his friends, family, reputation, and chances of completing college. Homeless and directionless he lands in Knoxville, Tennessee. Trying to start a new life becomes difficult when he starts seeing shadows/apparitions. At fir...
