EVERYTHING MUST GO (2nd & Last)
by Richard Banks
As usual business was brisk and by 2pm he was
almost out of stock when the ranks of his customers were augmented by the Angel.
“Is it time?” asked Ernie.
The Angel thought not. He motioned at
the few things left on the stall but even when they were gone the Angel seemed
disinclined to do anything but observe.
“What now?” protested Ernie, impatient
to get the dying over with and his new life begun.
“Everything must go,” replied the Angel,
staring at Ernie and the remaining obstacles to his passing.
“What, not my….?”
“Everything!” thundered the Angel. He
continued to watch as Ernie unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the cart
where it was snatched up by a rough sleeper who also laid claim to his shoes
and socks. Another man of bedraggled appearance grabbed Ernie’s trousers. He
looked thoughtfully, but without enthusiasm, at Ernie’s boxer shorts before
deciding that they were best left where they were.
“Can we get on with it now?” pleaded
Ernie clinging defensively to the waist band. “No one’s going to want these.”
For once the Angel raised no objection and on
the peremptory instruction of “follow me” set off between the market stalls,
turning left into Railway Parade and second right into a narrow lane of dismal
appearance that had somehow acquired the name
“Aren’t you going to stay?” said Ernie.
“No,” replied the Angel, “things to do
and people to see. It’s down to you now.”
A panel opened in the door and a face
peered through it. The voice belonging to the face said, “blimey, what do you
want?”
“Ernie Smallpeace to see Gabriel
please, I’m his 2.45. I’ve just died, at least I think I have, to tell you the
truth I’m not too sure.”
“You
look alive enough to me,” said the face. “Is this how you usually show up for
meetings?”
“Ernie assured him that the Angel had
left him no choice. “Everything must go, he said, so it all has, everything
except what you see. Have I not done enough!”
The entity on the other side of the
door expressed the opinion that he had done more than enough to gain
admittance. The panel slid shut and the sound of bolts being drawn was followed
by the opening of the door. The figure that now came into view was deceptively
humanoid, his heavenly attire consisting of a white, knee length coat over a
polo necked T-shirt and denim jeans. Reassuringly the initials IHS appeared on
his coat pocket.
“So, you want to see Gabriel?”
“Yes, that’s right, Gabriel the
“Oh, that Gabriel. Then you had better
come in. My colleague here will show you the way. You follow on and I’ll bring
up the rear as they say. Don’t want you getting lost before you see Gabriel.”
“No,” replied Ernie; this was not how
he thought it would be. Slightly reassured by the ascent of two flights of
stairs he was shown into a small, windowless room with upholstered walls. His
two attendants hastily withdrew to the corridor outside and shut the door. By
the light of a single light bulb shining down from a protective grill in the
ceiling he surveyed the empty space around him and the dark grey, walls that in
several places bore the initials IHS. Yes, he told himself he was in the
right place. This was no more than a reception area for the necessary
processing of new entrants. Once done all would be well and he would be up and
on his way, hopefully, kitted out with something to wear. Perhaps, he thought,
it might ease things along if he sent up a prayer. He was about to kneel down
and cup his hands when the rattle of key in lock heralded the arrival of a
visitor. To his relief, the door opened to reveal the Angel and a tall, bearded
man who announced that he was James.
“What, James the Apostle?” said Ernie,
wondering if this was a step up or down on Gabriel.
“No, I’m James from Ilford Health
Services. I gather that you know this man and are seeking entry into the
Although the answer to both questions
was yes the accompanying statements of fact did not auger well for his onward
journey. “You mean you’re not the apostle and this isn’t heaven.”
“No,” said James, and whatever my
friend may have told you he isn’t an Angel. This is the Paradise Road
Psychiatric Unit where I work and this man, when we can stop him from escaping,
resides here. If you would also like to stay I can arrange a psychiatric assessment,
if not, you had better leave.”
The Angel frowned and said that this
should not be allowed to happen. Although Ernie was a gullible fool he was also
a good man who deserved to go to heaven. He had been prepared to sacrifice
everything that he owned for the uncertainty and poverty of another world that
he sensed and valued but barely understood. He had faith and those with faith
should always have their reward.”
“But why bring him here?” said James, “this
is
“I do, but no one, even in this grim
place, should be without hope.”
“And what hope have you brought who
daily adds to my troubles? Don’t say you are about to leave?”
“Indeed I am,” said the Angel. I take
this man to heaven and would gladly take you. All you need is faith. In faith, there is also hope.”
“Oh, that again,” said James. “Do you
never give up? I only wish you were an Angel but you are just a man.”
“But I am an Angel,” insisted
the Angel, “and if you are not coming we must be off.”
James wondered what might be said that
hadn’t been said before, but he was too late, the conversation had ended and he
was alone.
The End
Copyright Richard Banks
Another cliff hanger Ricardo. I enjoyed both parts they kept me involved and I didn't even predict the ending. Well done!
ReplyDeleteNice twist. Just proves you should never trust anyone, especially if they are wearing glistening floor length robes.
ReplyDeleteWeird. But fun.
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