Come And Get It Contest: #CAGI Entry #7

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The Writer's Voice Entry #165 - Purgatory by Random Andrews

 Entry #165

 Title - Purgatory by Random Andrews

Genre - Adult: Science Fiction

Query - An armed robbery critically injures Clayton Stockton and takes the life of his six-year-old brother, Joey.  Clayton struggles to find meaning in life while dealing with the loss of his brother and absence of a father, who he lost earlier to cancer.  He is a self-proclaimed agnostic but struggles to find closure regarding his little brother’s ill-timed death. Meanwhile, Joey’s soul begins the long process of reincarnation that is well hidden from today’s society.  There is only one God.  He cannot keep up with the ever-increasing population rate while still attempting to manage the evil that has plagued our world.  He has created a system that can automatically recycle souls, erase their previous life, and assign a new host and destination for their next life on Earth.

Clayton, only eighteen years old, succumbs to the early stages of depression.  He turns to drugs and alcohol for immediate ecstasy but constantly longs for the bond his family once had.  Only after discovering signs from a hidden afterlife, he notices the family he yearns for can be recreated with his girlfriend, Brittney. Clayton purposely impregnates her, destroying her future in the process.God’s system is supposedly impeccable, but an erratic malfunction occurs.  Joey’s soul is accidentally sent into the body of Clayton’s newborn son.  This mistake will affect the entire world and only Clayton has the power to stop it, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

The First 250 -

“Joey!  Get your fucking ass over here right now!”  Our mother, Sharon, screamed at my attention deficit disordered, six year old brother.  “Don’t make me tell you again.” 

It was Black Friday at Greenwood Park Mall and to say it was a bit over-crowded was an understatement.  Everyone has packed together like a cheap can of sardines, scavenging the mall for any type of sale or discount.  Our mother, who is never afraid to speak her mind, was scared she was going to lose Joey again, just like she did two years ago at the State Fair.  Memories of that chaotic scene played out in her head as she impatiently waited for Joey to return to her clammy, terrifying grip.

“Joey-- I am going to count to three.  If you are not next to me, I am going to spank your ass so hard–you won’t be able to sit on Santa’s lap until next year!” she yelled towards his direction.

Shocked shoppers, upset by our mother’s filthy mouth, stare off in disgust.  But Sharon’s cold eyes over-powered their judging attitudes, like an un-even battle in tug-of-war.  By now, Joey knew she was not playing.  This was exactly what happened to him when she finally found him two years ago.  He got his ass beat, welted, right in front of everyone.  However, Joey simply couldn’t help it.  The countless amounts of Christmas lights and holiday decor had caught his attention a little bit better than the lotions and candles our mom was shopping for at Bath and Body Works.