#closer then you think

[renee-writer]

How Far is Forever?

A/N Written for the above prompt

He had many strange requests but this…

 

For as long as he could remember, he has had the ability to move through time. It is as simple for him as breathing. As a teenager, he discovers he can take others with him.  A plan develops, why not make money off it?  He can help others as well.

 

A job as a CNA in a retirement home places him where he can do both. The men and women, dying, can be taken into the future. He charges them based on how far they want to go. Usually, it is just far enough to see generation they will miss. Sometimes a bit farther. Then, after a decade, he meets George.

 

The whole place is talking about him. The richest person they have ever had. The home caterers to the wealthy, that is how he was able to monetize his gift, but George is in a whole other League! A billionaire!

 

“I heard you have a special talent.” He nods.  “Speak up. I didn’t come here for a mute.”

 

“Yes sir, I do.” He finds his voice as his mind dissects what he said. Did he come for me?

 

“Very good . How far have you traveled?”

 

“Twenty -five years.”

 

The old man frowns. “You can travel farther though?”

 

“Oh yes sir. It is up to my ahh, client. How far they want to go.”

 

“Excellent. Come closer.” He steps right up to the bed. *I want to go to the end of time, see how it all turns out.”

 

He stares at him, with wide eyes. “That is .”

 

“Doable? Is it doable?”

 

“I, I ahh, yes. It is.” He isn’t sure but he believes he can.

 

“Are you certain?”

 

“Yes sir,” he nods, “Yes it is.”

 

“Grand. I am dying . Have a matter of weeks. Have no family, my business was all I needed. No one to pass anything down too. So, this is the deal. You take me to the end, I give you every penny I have, minus whatever is needed to keep me here until I die. Deal.”

 

He is stunned. Having a sizable amount, a bit over a million dollars in the bank, he thought himself set. But this!

 

“A deal.” They shake hands, the young one engulfed by the older one.

 

“Brilliant. I shall have my lawyer here and the contract drawn up.”

 

He doesn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning he thinks, “Where will this take us? How far is forever?”

 

The next day, George has the paperwork. He signs it. The old man does. It is notarized.

 

“When can we go? How does this work?”

 

“You take my hands. We stay here, in our bodies. Our spirits make the journey.” He pulls in the deepest breath he has ever taken. “Whenever you are ready.”

 

He eagerly reaches for his hands. The young man takes them. He closes his eyes. Breathing deeply in and out, he starts their travels.

 

The years fly by, like a vapor. They catch glimpses. A new building, a new child, a new war. More years, more changes. Lines around gas stations, empty shelves, hungry children. More years. Global conflict. Deep depression ( both economically and in people’s hearts). Farther. More bad news, famine, horrible diseases. A bit farther.

A huge war, unlike anything else they have seen. Blood runs freely. Then a army that comes from the sky! A man, but not a man, He stops it all with a Word. All evil, all violence, all disease. All the bad. They are ceased with a Word from The Word.

 

The earth gives way. They return to the room in the nursing home. The young man looks to the old one. His eyes are wide with regret. “I denied Him. Denied His way over me. I thought I knew. Thought myself a self made man. Oh forgive me God. Save me! Take me home. I give my life to You!”

 

Then he died. The young man still has his hands. He seats there for a moment then he bows his own head.

 

The money would allow him to do nothing for the rest of his life. He could just sit at leisure. But he knows the future.

 

There will be nothing left behind. He starts many charities. Recalling the things they have seen, he makes sure there are funds for those who will be affected by hunger, disease, war. He knows he can’t fix everything but does all he can.

 

He still works in the home. He still shows the dying their futures. Now though, he doesn’t charge. His skills aren’t limited to the rich. His message is God’s message. He warns all who will listen. Plants as many seedts as he can. He doesn’t want anyone to face the fire.

 

How far is forever? It is much closer then you think.

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