Friday, October 23, 2009
“Are you alright?” asks a voice on his left.
“I think I’m going to piss my pants,” he replies under his breath, but the body standing next to him claps him on the back and laughs conspiratorially.
A man with steely gray hair approaches him and asks, “Are you ready?” but all he can manage is to swallow loudly. His breath is coming faster and faster, and the hush of the room is weighing on his chest with such force it is effortful to stand.
But then the large door at the end of the room opens. A lavishly dressed woman walks through it, and she smiles at the man standing before her. She walks toward him, and the oppression that he was feeling dissipates in her smile. She reaches him, and takes his hand. Together, they stand before the man with the steely gray hair.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...”