Sara's Story - by Jonathan Malory - Chapter VII - The Letter

Instead of swirling up into the ether like the rest, this man’s soul stayed perfectly formed in the shape of its body, then faded out like a projection losing power.

When Sara picked up the lavender object she almost dropped it again, its texture was uber real, like the surface of a peach and plastic combined. It smelled and felt like lavender incarnate, seemed more real than anything Sara had ever perceived, even on the island.

It had her name on the front, SARA. When she brushed a finger over the lettering there was a flash when she saw herself as others would, but in a way that summed up everything it took to be Sara. The experience was the most joyous happening in her life, she wanted everyone she’d ever been affected by to touch the letters and SEE her, she was thinking of Zambia.

Her hand gently drew back the cover and revealed a letter, written in what appeared to be ordinary words, Sara was almost disappointed as if she expected something even more miraculous to lay inside. She was not let down for long, as she began to read the letter the words danced around her and inside her, the very essence of their meaning unmistakable. No ambiguity could possibly exist as the preternatural text quickly searched Sara’s neural pathways for their perfect match. She must have read the words Dear Sara a hundred times, letting their connotations dance around her head, finding the right spot…

Dear Sara,

If you are reading this everything must be fine. Minnesota was sent to your Earth specifically to die and give you this letter, be assured he is fine and well where he belongs.

I have to tell you that the note I scribbled down in that dusty train is to be ignored, I tried to tell you this the last time you travelled through your Door, but I may have unwittingly alarmed you in a way that wasn’t meant.

I was confused when I wrote that note, confused and lost, no doubt as you are now. I want to say something first that isn’t said often enough; Jonathan Arkansas is quite possibly the nicest man who ever lived anywhere, you cannot begin to appreciate what he is doing for mankind.

Please do not let him know I said this, he’s very bashful sometimes. The hole you are doubtless terrified of is another Door just like yours, there is absolutely nothing to fear from it, you may have felt as if you were being pulled in but that is not the case. There are benevolent entities that exist between our worlds. They will be trying to guide you towards the Door because they think you have died, it is their gentle urges that you perceive. Don’t be afraid, we are waiting to greet you.

Illinois (Angelica Platt)

P.S. There is a Water Beaker in the glove compartment and some Food, both with instructions.

Sara spent two hours at least rereading ‘There are benevolent entities that exist between our worlds.’ The connotations were wondrous.