Flash Nonfiction: Some Faith

A few years back I was seeing a guy who was funny and kissed my temples and showed me off to his coworkers at a very lovely restaurant. Also a real mess. One of those nights I never heard from him– no one did. Even his brother posted a Facebook status asking ANYONE where he was and if they could reach him at ___ phone number with any info.

That night as I sat quietly in my bedroom with the door closed and my heart in a hyperventilating twist, my friend on the phone told me that Bernie Mac had passed away that morning so everyone was praying to Bernie for his safe return. Well he came back after a stolen bike and drunken stupor onto the wrong BART train into Richmond for nine hours, so I guess I have Bernie Mac to thank, but we stopped seeing each other months later so maybe I have him to thank for that too.

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