Joshua Graham - Terminus

Pulling himself up, Yuri listened carefully for any sign above.

Nothing but the lapping of waves against the bow and the doleful lament of seagulls. Their dirge grew louder as he gripped the cold metal handrails and struggled to keep his footing on the steps that brought him up onto the deck.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust in the brightness, even though his back was turned to the warm sun. Careful not to make any sudden moves, he turned around and scanned the deck, slick with water.

“Jonas?”

No answer. No sign of the man needed to pilot the boat to shore. Yuri’s stomach clenched at the thought of being stranded at sea—or, worse, being murdered, fed to the sharks so Jonas could sell the package’s contents to the highest bidder.

He took a cautious step forward.

Something hard and round bumped against his toes. Glancing down, he noticed some uncoiled rope spread haphazardly across the deck. It seemed to thin out into a taut line right past where it bent around a leg of the chrome rail. Following it, Yuri saw that it went over the deck and down into the water.

He didn’t know the first thing about boats, but it almost looked like Jonas had tied an anchor to the rope and cast it overboard. Yuri approached the edge of the deck, following the rope.

Then he saw it.

At the end of the rope, Jonas’s pale corpse dangled, eyes wide with surprise, mouth agape, blue tongue hanging out. The rope was wrapped around his neck—which, judging by its perverse angle, was broken. During the storm, he’d somehow gotten tangled in the line and thrown overboard.

No longer concerned he might be heard, Yuri began to hyperventilate. He was not one to mourn the death of such a man as Jonas. But he had no idea how to pilot a boat. And in the vast ocean around it, not a trace of land could be seen.

THEY’D BEEN AT IT FOR HOURS, and Nick was sick of it.

Talking, muttering, whining, Elaine’s voice rising in pitch, volume, and intensity, then Jon’s voice catching up, eventually booming over hers. If they only understood just how short mortal life was, how little time they really had to get it right, they might think twice about arguing over money, control, sex, and other such minutiae.

The door to their bedroom slammed shut, but the shouting seemed every bit as loud as when it had been open. When Matthew scooped up Riley, their golden retriever puppy, and ran down to the foot of the white-carpeted stairs, Nick wondered why it had taken him so long.

He went over and sat next to Matthew, who sighed like an old man as he stroked the dog’s ears.

No child should have a sigh like that.

Nick wanted to step in and chide Matthew’s parents— An innocent child’s future is being irrevocably cast in a mold of your wrath and self-centredness!

Stupid mortals.

But what could he do? He couldn’t reveal himself—the interaction might complicate his assignment. The yelling continued. Now they were accusing each other of just about everything under the sun.

He looked upstairs and glowered at the shut door that did nothing to shield Matthew from the hatred spewing forth and bleeding into his spirit. He had to get him outside for some fresh toxin-free air.

Nick leaned over and whispered to Riley, “Want to go for a walk?”

Riley looked right at him, opened her mouth for a big puppy smile, and leapt down from Matthew’s lap. Her tail swiped left-right, left-right, left-right. She looked up at both of them and barked.

“What is it, girl?” Matthew said.

Riley ran to the front door. Barked twice, then ran back and barked once.

Matthew pointed to the door. “You want to go out?”

The ongoing combat in his parents’ room paused for a moment, and Matthew looked up.

Nick called out to Riley. “Out? Out?”

Riley started yapping incessantly. The yelling upstairs resumed. Matthew barely had the door open before Riley dashed out.

“Hey, wait up!” Matthew started out the door.

Just then, the door at the top of the stairs swung open.

“AND WHAT ABOUT MATTHEW!” Elaine screamed. “DO YOU THINK HE CAN RESPECT A MAN LIKE YOU?”

Matthew froze.

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” Nick muttered.

If only he could cover Matthew’s ears. His blue eyes were about to fill up, and the doorknob rattled in his hand.

But Riley’s barking outside alerted Matthew. He turned around to look.

“Riley, no!”

He bolted out the door, which shut before Nick could see what was happening.

Something felt wrong.

Nick rushed out and saw it all.

Barking excitedly at a white toy poodle across the two-way street, Riley ran between the parked cars and out into the oncoming traffic. Matthew ran after her.

“Stop, Riley! Come back!”

Knowing what was about to happen, Nick flew out after him.

Two cars coming from both directions came down the street. Matthew, focused on his puppy, didn’t see them.

JUST AS NICK REACHED HIM, Matthew saw the car coming from the left and blasting its horn at him. With a terrified shriek he dove forward and out of the way.

He landed face down on the pavement in the opposite lane.

When she heard Matthew scream, Riley stopped barking and ran over to him.

But the car from the right was coming. Both the boy and dog were in the middle of the street. With the first car in the left lane and the curb blocked by parked cars, it had nowhere to swerve.

Ignoring all angel dictates and canon, Nick grabbed Matthew by the waist of his pants and yanked him over to the narrow yellow painted space between the two lanes.

The second car sped by, blaring its horn. To Nick’s disgust, it didn’t stop.

He set Matthew down.

He looked up at Nick—scared to death, and not just by the near accident. Matthew could see him!

Nick looked over to the first car, but the driver who’d seen Nick appear—out of thin air from her point of view—rolled up her window and sped off, not bothering to see if the little boy she’d almost killed was all right. That’s humans for you.

Nick knelt down and touched Matthew’s shoulder.

“You all right, little man?”

“I… I…” Then he turned around and looked into the lane Nick had just pulled him from. His face crumpled. “Riley!”

There she was, lying still about fifteen feet down the street. As if he’d forgotten everything that just happened, Matthew rushed to his puppy, calling her name. Nick went with him, watching for more oncoming traffic.

Matthew fell to his knees, crying. Riley had been hit and was gasping her final breaths—something Nick was all too familiar with. Matthew looked at his puppy, his face all tears and dirt and heart-wrenching despair.

“I’m sorry, Riley! This is all my fault!”

“It’s not, Matthew. Not your—”

“I let her out without me. Oh, Riley… Riley, please don’t die!” He turned back to Nick. “I messed up—I always mess up! That’s why Mommy and Daddy don’t want me.”

“That’s not true!” Nick made up his mind. The laws about unassigned healings couldn’t be so inane as to apply to animals. And if they did, he didn’t care.

He knelt down and placed his hands around Riley’s head. His entire body tingled with a pulsating light that started from his heart and radiated to his fingertips, which glowed as he pressed them gently against the puppy’s furry brow.

He shut his eyes.

Connected with Riley’s soul.

It surprised him, how deep was the love a puppy felt for her master, how intense the memories. But there they were, strong as any human’s if not stronger. He had to take care not to send too much light into so young a puppy.