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March 2015


A Brush with Death

by S. C. Mitchell


Alicia’s brush with death happened suddenly. A black cat in the middle of the road, followed by the bang of a blown tire on her car, sent her careening over an embankment into a tree. Miraculously, she felt fine, as she extracted herself from the wreck. The airbag had deployed, probably saving her some nasty bruises.

She scanned the scene, wondering what to do next. Not a soul in sight. A full harvest moon danced in the sky, lighting the night and casting shadows from the trees. The cool autumn air held a hint of sweet decay.

Down the road, the one house in sight displayed blinking orange lights and was decorated for the season with cornstalks and pumpkins. She knocked, but no one answered.


The voice behind her, so familiar, though she hadn’t seen him in years.

She turned. “Tom?”

Tall, handsome, sexy. Though older, just the way she remembered him from high school. He’d set her body on fire as he’d introduced her to her first kiss. Their night of passion hadn’t taken anything from her she wasn’t ready to give. She’d died a little when her family moved her a thousand miles away from the young man she’d loved.

“What are you doing here?”

His smile, warm. His eyes aglow with passion. “You were looking for me.”

“I’d heard you were sick.”

Leukemia someone had told her, but the man in front of her looked hale and healthy . . . almost glowing.

“I was,” he answered. “Now I’m not.”

She’d never found another who set her essence on fire like Tom, so she’d come back to Stangelville to see if she could find him, be with him one more time. “But, how did you find me?”

“I was sent.”

A siren tore through the night, shattering the placid calm. Blue and red flashing lights drew her attention to the state patrol car now parked at the side of the road by her wrecked vehicle. The driver’s side door opened, but there was no one inside.


“You can’t see them anymore.”

A chill gripped her gut, cold sweat ran down her spine, as a second unmanned emergency vehicle pulled up to the scene.

Then a bright, golden light appeared in the road ahead, and she knew.

“Is that heaven?”

Tom smiled. “Heaven is being with the one you love.”


Author's Peronal Information/Bio:
Bio: Hidden strengths, adventurous hearts. S.C.Mitchell grew up an avid reader of comic books, science fiction and fantasy literature. He’s been writing stories for over thirty years. In 2010 he left his job as a computer desktop support specialist to pursue his passion for writing full time. He is a member of the Romance Writers of America as well as the Wisconsin chapter. As a writer of paranormal and sci-fi romance, fantasy, and science fiction, Steve crafts unique and wondrous worlds where his characters explore, romp, and fall in love. Whether traveling through dark, demon filled dimensions, the edge of wild space, or ancient mythological heavens, his heroes and heroines, guided by their adventurous hearts, discover hidden strengths on their pathway to enduring love. Links: Blog: http://scmitchell.wordpress.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSCMitchellTwitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorSMitchell Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007D0Z1MW


0 #1 Nancy Sweetland 2015-03-17 20:55
Hi, Steve - Good story! I was taken aback a bit when I read the title - I also have and "A Brush with Death" story, but it's longer, a mystery/sort of paranormal that is up this month on Jack Hardway's Crime Magazine.

Great minds think alike?

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