SHORT STORY
4:7 mt
Salvation. How can I be saved? Can I be saved? These questions were continually asked by my mind. I stepped out of the building, I looked back they were still gathered together. I did not wait for them to finish when I took off.
Salvation. Is it for me? Can it be for me? My mind won't stop asking me those questions. I am walking once more not knowing where I’m off too.
Salvation. Is it possible? When everything around me is a temptation. I walked towards a store, there in front people were drinking and offering me their liquor. It would have been easier for me to accept it, and spiral back down to that state of numbness, but something pushed me to say no. I walked away, but moments after I slammed into man, suspiciously wearing a coat on this hot summer's night. He looked at me, then conspicuously out of his pocket he produced some drugs, and he said for a certain amount I could be flying high with angels. I thought, was this the way for me to go to heaven? I already know what must be the right answer but a part of me still wanted to say yes. But my conscience won out and I have to say no, so I said no. He insisted but still I said no. Fortunately he went away because if he asked me the third time my answer might have been different.
I stood there for a minute, and then continued on walking, my heart still bothering it still feels heavy. Salvation in my mind. Temptations in my heart. Sex, lies and drugs everywhere: from the cover of magazines to the advertising billboards, from the voices in the radios to the shows on the television. Temptation everywhere. Nowhere to go. Salvation?
Salvation. What about salvation? Can God still save me? My feet led me to the ledge of a bridge. I looked down; the waters were murky, full of the muck that this city has to offer. If I jump, I may survive, but the diseases I'll get will kill me slowly. Still, slowly I easen my grip from the railing, It was the only thing that holding me back from following the laws of gravity.
Then my eyes wandered to the writing around me from the railing to the support beams. Amongst the literary profanity, I saw one wisdom.
”...Do not put... God to the test.”
Salvation. I do not know if the one who wrote that verse had it...
Me I'm going home that night. So, I hailed a taxi, went in.
"Lot 4, Blk 7, Salvacion St..."
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