THOSE WHO HAVE EYES
Today is Friday. Good Friday.
I was driving up to New Haven to share Easter dinner with my father.
This coming Easter Sunday is on April First, April Fools’ Day.
I thought idly, “The Disciples must have felt foolish finally stealing away with Jesus’s dead body on Easter morning when he didn’t rise.”
I was alone on the road.
I was half way to New Haven when suddenly my car jolted.
I was baptized in adrenaline as I swerved to the shoulder of the road and I stopped. I stepped out of my car and looked back down the road.
I saw him.
I called to him, “Are you ok?”
He was about thirty years old with long hair and he was holding up a crux with a sign tacked to it.
I trotted towards him, “Are you ok?”
I saw then that his sign stated: “Cruz Fuentes, you must decide.”
I halted. I exclaimed, “How, how… do you know my name?!”
Then I noticed the phone book near his bare feet.
The man spoke.
“You see what you want to believe.”
I asked in disbelief, “Do you have a sign for everyone in the phone book, or something?!”
He answered, “Or something.”
I stared up at his sign and I asked, “What the hell must I decide?!”
He answered, “Exactly. Decide.”
“For godsake, who are you?!”
He answered, “Who do you think I am?”
I stepped back, saying, “Some fucking weirdo!”
I stepped back again, “What do you want?!”
“I want you to decide. The only thing that is truly yours in this life is this choice.”
I stepped back, saying, “I am out of here!”
I strode back to my car. As I opened the door I glanced toward the weirdo. He had turned his back to me.
I got into my car.
As I pulled the door shut I was awakened.
I am upside down inside my crumpled car. I am trapped. I struggle to move but I am in agony. I hear people yelling. I smell gasoline. Smoke! I cough bitter tears. I hear fire crackling all around me. I can’t see. I scream in darkness.