Heaven Can Wait

Jon unclipped the golden earring from his ear and handed it solemnly to Tindle. “His ghost has spoken in the very ear that has worn this - he wants you to have it and is might sorry that the bargain did not fulfil itself.”

“Nay, I cannot” he said returning it promptly.

“Might you not then come with me Jon?”

Although Tindle could not see her, Fatima’s etherial presence was standing right behind him - and Jon kept looking past his friend, seeking the opportunity to lie with her in the quiet …

“I am fearful Jon, that if you dwell with the ghosts you shall become one yourself.”

Tindle was far more perceptive than Jon had given him credit for.

He persisted: “If ye continue to lie down with your spirit love, you may not get up again - you are too young to forfeit your earthly life for the sweetness of death.” 

He persisted, “There will be all of eternity to dance the spirit dance, but friend, I am trying now to coerce you to come with me at least part of the way, that you might forestall Death’s calling.”

Tindle had once seen the spirit girl, and although she was the sweetest vision of pure soul, her resonance belonged now to a different world, one that would envelope and evaporate all earthly care if so allowed.

“Jon, you are already beginning to fade into a spectre yourself, for the sweetness of Heaven has caught your desires.”

Jon drew breath, like a newborn, pronounced and with the statement of life. He acquiesced so saying: “Heaven can wait.”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series