Saviour By D.I. Jolly

Jack took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he got up from his chair and stepped up to the podium. He looked out at the sea of faces and smiled trying not to picture them in their underwear, then pulled the notes out of his pocket, tapped them straight and cleared his throat.

“There are three sides to every story, yours, mine and the truth.

If you’d asked Dorothy how we met, she’d tell you that we met on a bench overlooking the ocean at sunset. She was visiting friends in the town where we now live and was told it was the best view in town. She found me sitting on the bench and asked if she could join me. I was cute and funny and charming, and although she as a little nervous when I invited her for a drink she’s really glad she said yes.

If you asked me that question I’d tell you how I was sitting in my favourite spot when a pretty girl came and sat next to me. And as luck would have it she thought my jokes were funny and that my face wasn’t too repulsive. Har Har Har. Not too bright though because she eventually agrees to marry me.

The truth is, that morning I arrived at work only to be called into the office and be told that there had been a car accident. That both my parents, my little sister and our dog, were dead. My entire family had disappeared in the time it had taken me to forget to say goodbye and arrive at work.

I then spent the rest of the day in either a legal office or the mortuary, talking about or staring at my dead family. I was not numb like everyone always says you go. I was devastated and confused and quickly decided that it was all too much to handle. So I went up to the highest point in town to watch the sunset and then kill myself. Then as I was saying my goodbyes a soft voice broke my train of thought. I looked up to see a beautiful girl smiling at me. The sun behind her making her hair a shining golden halo. Her voice was music and her smile heaven, everything about her was perfect and I suddenly remembered that I was alive, that life could go on.

She appeared like an angel out of nowhere, and she saved my life that day, and every day.”

Jack put his cards down before working over to the coffin to bend down and kiss her on the cheek.

“You’re with the other angels now.”

2 Replies to “Saviour By D.I. Jolly”

  1. Out of curiosity, what was “the word” of that night’s Poetry club? The Saviour?

    Also, thanks for this cheerful beginning of this Wednesday morning, when waking up in bed and thinking of reading some(thing) Jolly. I don’t know what I was thinking.

    Good writing, though.

    1. The original theme was “Sexy Saviours” and although I appreciate you thinking of me first thing in the morning, you should know better. That being said the story Alcohol might cheer you up?

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