Friends with the Flies-Part 3 of 3
The convergence of body, spirit, and purpose with art and conviction answers questions and delivers hope — and maybe even miracles
Parts 1 and 2 are here:
Part 3
I felt its weight on me, sticky like the organic humidity of the greenhouse, breathing the earthy dampness into my lungs — the irony did not escape me — to fulfill my life’s purpose, I would have to attend my funeral.
Before I could figure out my next move, I felt a vibration against my butt cheek, reminding me I had slipped my phone — Launs’ phone into my pocket. Retrieving it, I tapped the screen and saw her — Billie. There she was again, her beaming face with a quizzical smile in the palm of my hand — I might not miss my old life so much if I had you!
As my awe of her began to recede, I started thinking how I would unlock this phone. I didn’t know the code, and Billie wasn’t around to help me — if I could even figure out a way to pass off my ignorance.
