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Topic: Soul (07/13/06)
TITLE: Soul Appearance
By Marita Vandertogt
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He walked past the hall mirror on the way out the front door. The newly polished glass shot back a reflection he wasn’t all that happy with. Steven pulled a small comb from his back pocket and ran it through his hair. The cowlick wouldn’t stay down. It never stayed down. Ever since he was a kid, and his mother did the lick and stick routine, it still managed to pop up.
Once he had it in place, Steven opened the front door and looked down as he was about to step outside. The left shoe was a little different brown than the right. Or maybe it was the other way around. In any event, the shoes didn’t match. He’d dressed early this morning, in the semi dark so he wouldn’t wake Meredith. Flustered, he closed the door, turned around and walked back up the stairs to get two shoes that matched. As he was pulling on the shoes, he noticed a small dark smudge on the left pant leg, near the bottom. Probably not visible to most, but he’d know it was there. And anyway, he had a meeting today. He had to look his best. He quickly found another pair of pants, tan, though now his shoes were black. Tan wouldn’t do. He clanged through the hangers in the closet for the grey pair, somewhere in the back. As he was riffling through, he noticed that his shirt had a hole in the left sleeve. Ever so small, but still a hole. Irritated now at the series of events, Steven sat on the side of the bed, and rubbed his hand across his chin as he always did when he was planning something that just didn’t seem to come together. Razor stubble. He’d forgotten to shave. He never forgot to shave. He couldn’t believe it was happening now.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and turned on the electric shaver. The buzzing sound bothered him this morning, though he wasn’t sure why. It never did before.
Finally, Steven was ready to go out the front door once more. He’d be about 15 minutes late for his meeting, but considering the events of the morning so far, that didn’t seem all that bad. And breakfast? Breakfast was overrated anyway.
Steven pushed his foot down on the accelerator. He might still be able to make up the lost time and get to the meeting on time after all. The speedometer kept climbing and since there was no one in front of him on the freeway, he pushed it just a bit more. So much so, that he almost missed his turnoff. Steven pulled the steering wheel to a hard left to make it into the turn and off the ramp.
That was the last thing Steven ever did.
The ambulance came, the whirling lights and noises. People mulled around the turned over vehicle with the man still strapped in the seat belt, hanging almost upside down, bleeding from the side of his mouth.
But Steven’s shoes matched, and his pants complemented the shoes. His shirt was without flaw, and even his hair had stayed in place, surrounding a freshly shaven still handsome, unmoving face.
“Today thy soul is required of thee.”
What would his appearance be like before God.
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