Blue and Maker
Author: J.B. Cole

Chapter 5
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      It was a late night in February when Elizabeth, my wife, called me, she was crying. This was maybe two months after meeting her at the grocery store.

      "Warren is this a bad time?" her voice slightly trembled. I could feel the sorrow in her voice.

      "Oh no, not at all. What's wrong?" I tried to sound sincere. I used to find it difficult to...care, for lack of a lesser term.

      "Alright, good. I'm sorry for calling you, it’s late. I...I just had a dream and my mom was in it. It was like I was panicking when I woke up," she said slowly.

      "Honestly, I'm not really a guy that's good at cheering people up but I'll try."

      "That would be great Warren." I dug through my mind trying to think of something to help her. Something supportive and thoughtful. Finally, I came up with that something.

      "When I was, oh, eight years old, I had a dog. This was just the greatest dog. He was just there for you, you know? Well behaved, and when I think back it's like we had an emotional link.

      Well one day, Charlie, that was his name, was hit by a car. The guy in the car got out to see what he had hit. I was in the front yard and saw it all. That stranger and myself kneeled down to comfort Charlie, he died right there. Right in that spot. His big, suddenly sad eyes drifted away from me. I don't remember when I stopped crying. Charlie was just that kind of dog that no matter what happened, he was still there. God I loved that dog. When he was gone, he wasn't there anymore.

      After like four months I realized that I had to move on. So life went on and when I was about thirteen, I saw Charlie in my dreams. It was the first time, ever, that that happened. We were playing in my old house. When I woke up, I could feel the tears just burning my eyes but at the same time, I was happy. So happy that I remember smiling. I got to see him again, in the same playful and high spirited attitude that he always had. I still love that dog. I thought it was such a blessing that I got see him again." That's all I could seem to say. I felt a tear glide down my cheek. On the other end of the phone I heard a single sniffle from Elizabeth.

      "Warren," she said, "you're the greatest human being that I could ever ask for."

      "Wow, well thanks, I really appreciate that."

      "No, no, no, thank you Warren. When can I see you again?"

      "Anytime," I replied.

      "Goodnight Warren." Her voiced lightened up to where I could almost hear her smile.

      "Goodnight." With that, we hung up. I was very, very happy and very, very tired. I was surprised at the amount of support she found in my story. The actual sincerity that Elizabeth carried in her voice pulled at my heart. It was at that moment that I became someone in her life. There's that barrier that we pass when meeting someone. Instead of us just being a seam in their thoughts we become a fold in their mind. During that phone conversation, I became one of those folds. This was just the very beginning of us.

 

      "Abel, sit down," I said to her softly. This little girl seemed completely different to me now.

      "Don't be mad," she said. I could only wonder if this has maybe happened before.

      "I'm not mad. I just need to know how you knew that Dr. Morgan was crying."

      "I could hear him..." she trailed off; her eyes began to wander again.

      "Abel!" I said firmly. She looked up and appeared to be confused, she then started to cry.

      "I c-c-can't tell yo-u-u..." her voice faltered as the tears poured down her cheeks.

      "Elizabeth, it's alright, it's okay," I said calmly, "I just need to know." Slowly but surely she calmed down. Her breathing and voice steadied. The look in her eye became one of focus.

      "I see...things, bad things. People, places. Sad things," she said slowly.

      "How do you see these bad things, Abel?" I asked.

      "In my head. Sometimes when I think. I see people who I don't know. Most times they do bad things. Sad things. Only, the bad things haven't happened yet. I hear about them after I see them sometimes."

      In this moment I knew she was telling the truth. I believed that she saw these things in her head. I believed that Abel saw into the future. The sorrow and burden she held in her eyes and voice; I knew. In the same moment I discovered something else. This little girl did not know the gift she had. She didn't realize that she had the privilege to stop these things. This six year old girl holds the power to change the world. The reason she only sees the bad things is because they were meant to be changed. A six year old girl cannot understand the gravity of that, but I did. I knew that it was up to me. Never, in my entire life, did I once believe in fate. Now, I'm sitting across from a little girl that can see into the future and I was the one who could a help her; a Godsend.

      "Abel, can you do me a favor?" she nodded, "I need you to tell me all of those bad things that you see."

      "How come?" she said, now completely calm and innocent.

      "Because I have to know. So I can help you." At first I thought that maybe she did quite understand why I was asking this of her, after only a few moments she nodded again. This was just the very beginning of us.

 

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