Looking Down
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When an artist dies, God lets them paint the skies. We’ve all heard the cute little saying, but what about the rest of us? The ones who couldn't paint a straight line to save our own life (afterlife) – do we just sit there, like, for eternity? I mean, I don’t want to sound ungrateful and I’m sure it’s still better than the other choice but…I’m just curious.
Leigha Edwards
Leigha was raised in a Christian family on a quiet farm in a small town. Over the years she fell in love with the nature all around her and found beauty in the smallest things. With an over-active imagination and a noted flair for the dramatics, she was encouraged to begin writing by her parents.
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Looking Down - Leigha Edwards
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About the Author
Leigha was raised in a Christian family on a quiet farm in a small town. Over the years she fell in love with the nature all around her and found beauty in the smallest things. With an over-active imagination and a noted flair for the dramatics, she was encouraged to begin writing by her parents.
Dedication
For Papa, who never got tired of listening to me talk.
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Leigha Edwards (2021)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Edwards, Leigha
Looking Down
ISBN 9781645758853 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645362319 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645758860 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020924745
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Acknowledgment
God: Thank you for making this possible and for my family.
Mama: Thank you for being my biggest fan and my role model. You never questioned the people or the worlds I made up but taught me to be proud of the way I looked at the world.
Daddy: Thank you for teaching me to dream and always believing that I could do anything. You taught me to be strong and have the faith in my beliefs that I needed to make this dream a reality.
Ashley: Thank you for acting like I was crazy when I thought I couldn’t make it. I couldn’t ask for a better sister or best friend.
Mr. Michael Podurgal: Thank you for caring about your students. You are the only teacher I ever had who encouraged me to pursue writing and I wouldn’t be here without you.
The Artist
It was supposed to be a white light, that’s what they always say, right? Go into the light,
or whatever. I never saw any light, maybe it’s different for everybody—I sure don’t know—but I’m telling you there was no light. I can’t remember much before I got here—memories of my life fuzzy and no recollection of the trip at all. But I know there wasn’t any light. I’m sure of that. I was scared actually because it was so dark; then I heard this voice and believe me it was not what I was expecting to hear either.
You going to waste eternity laying there?
the voice sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it and I wasn’t ready to open my eyes just yet anyway. I was still trying to become accustomed to the body I seemed to be inhabiting. It was familiar and foreign—mine and a stolen vessel—all at once.
Mrs. Smith, that is no way to greet new souls.
This voice wasn’t familiar at all, but it was gentler than the first—calming in a way that proved only to grate on my nerves.
Ms. Hannah,
the voice called Mrs. Smith said—as though she was not particularly fond of the more friendly voice—guess that made two of us, perhaps you would like to tend to one of the charges you have been assigned and let me handle mine in the way I see fit.
Mrs. Smith did not seem well-suited to subtlety.
No, that’s okay, ma’am, mine isn’t here just yet; I have plenty of time,
I got the impression that ‘Ms. Hannah’ was only pretending not to hear the faint sneer in Mrs. Smith’s tone. Almost made me like her a little actually. The surface I was stretched out on shifted as someone came closer and the younger woman spoke again. Come on now dear, open your eyes for me.
I’d have rolled them if they were open. Did she think I was a puppy? Did I get a biscuit if I listened?
She won’t respond to that.
Mrs. Smith snapped, then suddenly something—I’m pretty sure a foot—nudged my shoulder. Get up now, we haven’t the time for this.
The griping tone appealed to me more than the overly sugary one and I attempted to flex my fingers against my sides, trying to collect myself so I could do as she bid. My body remained still as I got no response from my extremities almost causing me to panic but the voices continued above me, unconcerned.
You have eternity, Mrs. Smith.
Ms. Hannah scolded her, and you shouldn’t kick them.
The gentler feeling of someone dusting my shoulder off accompanies her words. I try to shy away from the unfamiliar hand—skin crawling at the touch—but don’t feel myself moving; my muscles are completely unresponsive to my commands.
Well, don’t tell her that.
I can’t help but laugh at the exasperated huff and my eyes open as I do. Warmth floods me and my nose scrunches up as my fingers suddenly come back to life, digging hard into my hips from where I was still attempting to flex them. Above me stand two women, one smirks having won her argument and the other looks flustered by my sudden outburst. There you go, she’s awake. Scurry off.
I recognize Mrs. Smith immediately and not just by the voice I’ve been listening to.
I can stay if you’d like.
Ms. Hannah, a younger woman offers but I just smile and shake my head. She frowns but reluctantly wishes me luck and leaves. I relax a bit as she takes her overly perky aura elsewhere.
I stare up