Meg
Once my dad fell asleep I pulled Rory into the kitchen area. "Rory, he's dying." He pulled me into a tight bear hug. I rested my head on his shoulder.
Rory tried to sound encouraging. "Meggy you're dad's gonna be fine."
As if on cue my dad had a coughing fit to rival all coughing fits. As his lungs filled with fluid he clawed at his throat gasping for air.
I rushed to my father's side. "Breathe daddy... Take nice deep slow breaths. In... and out... That's it." After he'd calmed down his hacking subsided. It was replaced by shallow wheezing breaths. When I tried to get my father to take a few sips of water he refused. He closed his mouth then shut his eyes.
Panic set in. "Rory, he needs to get to a hospital. He's dehydrated and he probably has pneumonia."
Rory sat me down on the love seat with a pillow mom had made. It read, "Home Sweet Home." As a joke mom had embroidered an X over the word "sweet." We always teased dad that there was nothing sweet about this rustic log cabin without running water and electricity. We lovingly referred to our summer house as, "Home Home."
Rory brushed the hair away from my eyes. "Listen Meg, we physically can't get to the hospital. We barely found our way here while the sun was still up." He pulled the lace curtain back behind our seat. "Look, It's a blizzard out there."
"But Rory... We gotta do something. I can't lose my dad--I can't."
Rory wrapped his big hands around my delicate ones. "We are gonna do something. We're gonna pray."
"Mom always said, "When you pray you can travel around the world without leaving your home."
Rory looked at the pillow and teased me. "Or without leaving your home home."
After Rory prayed a warm safe feeling enveloped me. My dad still wheezed and mumbled in his sleep. The snow fell in sheets but I was no longer afraid.
On my turn to pray I felt led by the Spirit. "Bring Jo to me. I need Jo. In Jesus name I believe. Amen."
Rory didn't question my prayer. Grateful I pulled a quilt off the back of the loveseat and covered us. I curled up into a bawl with my head on Rory's chest and fell asleep.
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4 Sisters of the Apocalypse
Fantasy10 years into the future four sisters discover they have unusual super powers. While reading the journals of their recently deceased mother she supernaturally speaks to them from the past. (Mary died suddenly due to a newly released hyper-virus by...
