Comforting Arms

By Ronald Guell

The airliner is in a steep dive, just seconds from slamming into the ocean. Michael, seat belt buckled, follows instructions and braces for impact. No one should suffer this kind of all-consuming fear.

There is a white space. An angel, arms spread, kneels before a white shimmering veil. Michael is propelled through the veil into the angel’s arms. Her wings fold into an embrace, an embrace like a thousand comforting arms.

He comes out of his hypnotic trance. Sits up on his doctor’s couch. How do you feel, Jason? I have a story to share with you, and a few questions.