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“No doubt, endings are hard. But then again…nothing ever really ends, does it?” -Chuck, Prophet of the Lord
Across the country, in a small town, a small, out-of-the-way cemetery sits on the outskirts. On the far edge, a small grey headstone lays flat, buried against the ground. The plaque bears the name, a familiar one, of one so loved.
Clouds gather in the sky, casting dark shadows across the ground. Thunder rumbles its deep growl, offering only a moment’s warning before a heavy rain begins to fall, its waters washing away the small bouquet of wildflowers that someone had left for their beloved.
A strike of lightning shatters the darkness with a hair raising crack. As the flash fades, disappearing as quickly as it came, the stone reveals the lightning’s mark. A fracture runs through the center of the stone, splitting the engraving of a woman’s name apart.
With another flash of lightning and a world altering rumble, a woman is revealed to be standing at the grave. She looks down at the name that seems so familiar.
As her mind begins to clear, memories flood in like the rain pouring down around her flooding the soft earth.
Her name matches the one now scratched out, as if God reached down and erased her name from the list of the dead.
A familiar voice speaks from behind the woman, causing her to spin around. Steel blue eyes meet her dark brown.
“Welcome back, George. You’ve got work to do.”