The Extraction

My partner and I headed into the city, shrouded both by our robes and by the gathering darkness. We were dressed like the locals, and we stayed away from main streets and public places. We had worked together before, so it was easy for us to slip through the alleys and up quiet residential streets, headed toward our subject and the planned extraction.

The orders were unmistakable – get this family out.

I Want to be Ready

              The two tall shining ones were ushering their newbies into the New Land. Ayzair’s charge, Sam, kept chattering away, overjoyed. 

“Hey, thanks for helping me…when do I get to see Jesus? Oh, wow! Look at the size of those trees! Are those apples? Oh, my gosh, can I eat one?”

“Of course,” said his giant helper. Sam jumped maybe 20 feet in the air and landed holding an apple the size of a grapefruit. “Oh, my gosh – that’s the best apple I’ve ever tasted,” he said, mouth full and chin dripping juice.