Fictions by Ima.

Words could not express how angry she was at him. “How dare he throw all those religious balderdash with her name on it? What gave him the right to violate her and her name? ” she spoke loudly as she stormed out of the camp site. Ten years later, she was still unmarried but very successful. She had gotten into real estate and construction business and had made a name for herself. She only knew that the events of that day drove her into doing everything possible to prove to herself and her dead annoying husband that she did not need anyone, not some mystical supernatural being sitting in the cloud and certainly not him. She channeled all her animosity for him and the note into pure unbridled hard work and here she was the CEO of her own real estate and Construction Company. Even though she bore a truck load of grudges at her husband, she never stopped missing him and wishing she could have changed what happened that day. She never threw out any of his stuff. She kept them...

The note read... “…that she would finally realize that You’ve been the one behind her, guiding and keeping her. That she’d know that it was You who brought us together, that it was You who first fell in love with her and accepted ever before I ever knew her name. Help her know that it was You who told me to open my eyes to see her that night at the camp site. It was You who helped me love her despite that she hadn’t accepted You. Help her know that it was You, it’s been You and it’ll always be You who loves her even more than I ever can. May she find the peace she has been searching for in You.” She was mad at him. Mad to the moon. He knew that she was never ever interested in all that. She crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, found her pen knife, turned to the back of the cross so the security guards on patrol wouldn’t see what she was about to do. Behind the cross, she stumbled and almost fell when she held onto the cross. When she steadied herself, she let go of the cross...