THE KING'S 12
Chapter 16

The radio alarm came on playing country and western. He thought,

"OH NO! Another day in this mold hole. How quickly it can all

go wrong. Three years ago I would have bet my life this couldn't

happen to me. Forty eight years old, hardly any family left.

Three Children who never call and probably never will. An ex wife

who's still trying to figure out which of us was right and who

was most wrong. I like whiskey better than it likes me. Of all

the wrong habits golf is the worst! My chosen profession favors

young people, DEATH OF A SALESMAN would be an understatement.

Broke, depressed, overqualified --- If I died today they would

have to rent pall bearers. Just a little while longer, that's

the only thought that keeps me going. I'll finish writing this

novel, then I'll be off the hook! Why he wanted me to write

this story - I'll never know but I do feel honored." The author

poured a glass of iced tea while he powered up the computer.

"I hope I can knock out this last chapter today. It's really

a great story." he thought, with a feeling of pride and

accomplishment. The last chapter went very well. He Finished

early. The end of quite a trip. "Now I can do what needs to

be done," he murmured to himself. He packaged the manuscript

to be sent off for copyright, made several extra copies to be

given to some special people with instructions, marked,

"in the event of my death". As he left he didn't bother to

lock the door as he usually did. It didn't seem important.

He walked into his favorite little Bar B Q restaurant, he

had known the family of owners all of his life. Upon entering,

the employees all greeted him in unison. He returned the greeting.

After finishing lunch he made a special effort to visit with

each one of them, he knew he would never see them again, in

this life. He walked back to his house, it was an old house

that had been in the family for many years, now rental property.

The judge had given him two days to "get out" of his house at the

divorce proceedings. He moved his things into this old place for

a few weeks -- he thought. It had been three years. There was dirt

and mold in the walls and base boards that had been there for half

a century. "It's a proper ending," he thought. He sat down on the

bed, picked up the cold blue steel 357 magnum, opened the cylinder,

there were six, lead hollow points, 5 more than he would need.

Holding the big revolver in his hand he thought about all of the

people that could be hurt by his death. "Not many" he concluded

the thought. "There's no need to fight the persecution any longer,

it won't change," he thought, as he raised the big pistol to his

head. At that moment he looked up. There in the doorway stood

ALPHA 2, he was dressed in a pure white robe. His face shone as

bright as the sun, you could feel the love radiating from him.

He said, "Why are you doing this to me Darryl?" At that instant

the King and his 12 stood by him as he sat on the edge of the

bed. "ALPHA 2", the author cried out, "I love you so much!" The

author reached out and touched each one of them, tears of joy

streamed down his face. He was surrounded by his old friends

from the Spirit Kingdom! Zen and Moby then stepped forward,

took him by the arms and immediately passed through the dimension

barrier. They had placed some pretty sandals on his feet "because

no human could touch the hallowed ground with their feet", they

explained. "You guys are just the way I thought you would be," the

author said in a trembling voice. He could feel the power and love

radiating from these two magnificent angels. Zen and Moby showed

him the most beautiful place imaginable to man and then returned

him quickly to earth's dimension. The King and his 12 were just the

way they had left them. "You have to stay a little while longer, I

have work for you to do here." ALPHA 2 said. The 12 all looked at

him and nodded with an encouraging smile, Pete said, "Just a while

longer little brother, then you can run with us."

At that moment I awoke and heard a loud pounding on my door,

I looked at the clock, I had overslept! I staggered to the door,

I had been asleep almost 24 hours. There at the door stood my

golfing buddies, Joe and Winston --- Looking down at my feet they

exclaimed at the same time, "WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE PRETTY

SANDALS?"