Spiritual Flash Fiction posted January 11, 2011


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A woman receives a warning from her husband

The Final Call

by harleyangelbrat



The first phone call came at 11:15 P.M. Toni picked it up and listened, finally saying hello. There was no response, so she slammed the phone down and walked back into the bedroom. She hated when Tom was away, especially when prank hang-up calls kept happening while she was alone.

Tom was supposed to be calling at exactly 11:15. She wondered if she was unable to hear him for some reason. He had promised to call her every ten minutes until midnight to try and catch her. He had never had problems like this before.

'It had to be him,” She said to herself. 'It's exactly as he said, so maybe there's a bad connection and we can't hear each other. She longed to hear Tom's voice if only for a minute.

Tom was a journalist stationed in Iraq for a few days. He had called her a couple a days ago to let her know he'd be staying longer. There had been another bombing. She begged him to come home, but he was a devoted reporter who risked his life many times to get the true story for the people.

His devotion was for the people, not just to get a good story. He was a Godly man and always tried to get her to go with him to church. She had been stubborn and refused to accept Jesus Christ or visit his church. As her thoughts wandered, she began to think of all the warnings Tom had given her about the end of time. She felt afraid and picked up the Bible that he had given her for her birthday. She began reading the scriptures he had marked.

She read about the signs of the end of time and wished she would have gone to church now. As she thought this, the phone rang again. She glanced up at the clock. It was 11:25, exactly ten minutes since the last time it rang.

'It has to be Tom,' She felt a strange feeling go over her. 'Why does it feel like Tom is trying to tell me something?'

She picked up the phone and said, “Tom, is that you?” Still, there was no answer. A gust of air turned the pages in the Bible. She glanced down and read the verse, “The dead in Christ shall rise first.....”

“What does that mean?” She screamed at the ceiling. She read aloud this time. “Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.”

She spotted a note in her Bible: “Dear Toni, Please accept Christ as your Savior before it's eternally too late. I've been having dreams and I feel like time is short. I have the scriptures marked and I've written down the “Sinner's prayer.”

The phone rang again. It was 11:35. “Tom! Please say something! I'm getting scared.”

She dropped the phone and fell to the floor in tears. Toni just knew something awful had happened to Tom.

11:45 came and the phone rang again. Still, nothing. As she placed the receiver down, she saw another note with a prayer on it: "Lord Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. I believe you rose on the third day. Please forgive my sins and give me the gift of eternal life. I ask you in to my life and heart to be my Lord and Savior. I want to serve you always. In Jesus' name, Amen."

Something strange was happening to her and she felt this unusual tug at her heart, something she had never felt before. Her body began to tremble. She ignored it until the phone rang again. Toni almost jumped out of her skin. No one, again. She glanced at the Bible seeing these words: “The midnight hour approaches.”

The phone rang immediately afterward. It was Tom's best friend. He was sobbing on the phone. He told her that Tom was killed when a mine exploded on the road while he was driving. He told her that he was killed at 11:15.

Toni fell to her knees and prayed to receive Jesus. She knew in her heart that Tom was warning her.

As the midnight hour approached, people all over the world disappeared, including Toni. There was panic everywhere. Some knew what had transpired, but others claimed it was aliens. Now, phones were ringing everywhere.







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