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    Celestial

    “Hey, buddy”, a man with a yellow casket yelled, “You can’t be in here”.

    Shane frowned, blinking repeatedly, and stared at him dumbfounded.

    “Do you see me?”, she asked, and her voice sounded croaky and fatigued.

    The man laughed and exchanged glances with the other builders that had gathered around him.

    Shane spun on her heels, glancing at everyone of them.

    “Do you see me?”, she asked again.

    “Can you see me?”, she yelled then, laughing.

    They laughed back.

    “Yeah, we can see you!”.

    Shane felt a flash of pain and, instinctively, touched her lip. When she observed her fingertips, she saw red.

    “Is this blood?”, she muttered to herself.

    Then she laughed hard, tossing her head back hysterically.

    “This is blood! This is blood!”.

    She showed her hand to the builders. They were all staring at her, curiously amused.

    “Is it red?!”, Shane blurted out happily, “Red?! Is it red?!”.

    They chuckled, shaking their heads.

    “Color!”, Shane exulted, “Color! This is red!”.

    “What color were the drugs you took?”, somebody asked, amused.

    The man who had spoken first stopped laughing at watched her sympathetically.

    “Hey friend, you better get your butt out of here”.

    Shane squirmed again, looking up at him, and he kneeled down. His face looked concerned.

    “You got somewhere to go?”, he asked, quite gently.

    Shane grinned broadly.

    “Carmen”, she nodded, widening her eyes and running away like a maniac.

    ”…Armageddon, it’s gotten
    No savior jailer can take it from me
    World ending, it’s just beginning
    And rock and roll is what I’m born to be
    And it’s wild wild wild wild
    Wild wild wild wild
    Wild wild wild wild
    Wild wild wild wild…“

    Shane ran and ran, until she was out of breath. She jumped and toddled and ran another bit, singing hysterically.

    “Down and down and down I go…”, she sang, completely out of tune, ignoring the people who watcher her like she was just escaped from an asylum, “…And round and round and round I go…. Round and spin… Loving the spin I’m in… Loving that old black magic… called love!”.

    Her arms wide open to the sky.

    “Love!”, Shane yelled, happily.

    Then, she saw an old woman carrying a shopping bag and ran toward her.

    “Hi!”, she exclaimed, “I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to the county hospital?”.

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    1. ok…so did anyone manage or bother to ask earl if this was ok for shane or carmen or earl? now shane fell to earth. will she now try the pear and describe the taste?great story. thanks again for taking the time to share.

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