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Booked volume 10
Lucy by Krystell Dianne Parcon
Today is the day God called us all, His angels. He will assign us very special people to discern. "Who did you get?" other angels are discussing beside me. "I got George, he's an 89-year-old veteran. His wife Rachelle died and entered heaven yesterday." "I got Delia, she’s a black woman in her 30's. A mother of twelve also. I think she needs some help. A miracle, I suppose." "Lucky me, I got Eloise. She's a church girl, she's also a choir member." "How about you?" they asked me. I unrolled the slate that God gave me, and read the whole thing written on it. "Lucy. Thirty-one and will be released from the prison for murder today." I am by no means complaining even though I am so confused. What do I do with a delinquent? I have met thousands -- No, millions of them, and they are unbelievably scary. Their rage, their unreleased pain, and their hostility are unnerving. But I know as mighty as He is, only God knows what makes this person special. I stood from afar as Lucy walks from the prison gate. She carries her bag, and as sad as it is to me, nobody was waiting for her outside. Not even a single thing breathing was there to fetch her from her release. How unpleasant is this woman? That no one is even happy she got out. By the way, don't fret. She has me. I snapped my fingers and I immediately became an old man driving a taxi. I drove to her and horned. I lowered my window and looked at her. "I never called for one," she said. Oh, at least she's honest. "God's mercy, Mia," I replied in a full smirk.