Venice tossed her dress on a chair and mixed herself a drink. Taking a long swallow she thought of the strange man she met earlier. He was right. I need something more out of my life than the Witnesses could ever offer. What he said about the joy that becomes pure, with no overtones and no hangover makes him sound nuts though. She drained her glass with two thirsty gulps and walked to the table where the box lay, it was pulsing with beautiful colors. She remembered he said it couldn’t be opened until midnight, but surely a few minutes before wouldn’t matter.
It seemed strange that her hands were moving so slowly, like time stood still. There was also a humming sensation she couldn’t quite place but when she looked up again at the clock it was midnight.
The package lay open and she saw the pulsing crystal hypnotically drawing her attention. It called her name softly. She knew something was going to happen to change her life forever when she touched it. A tear began to form as she thought of how her life had been filled with such unhappiness from her leaving the Witnesses and the shunning but now she realized that this is all past as her hands settled on the crystal.
For a long moment nothing seemed to happen but then the welcome.., the warmth, caressing her face and filling her whole body. An unimaginable feeling of joy overcame her as she learned she was now accepted by the Picture-Maker. Now she knew why she had the most awesome of any purpose in life, but the first mental link had not even yet begun…
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Skipper