A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
Melanie had never been religious, yet, she found herself drawn to the small chapel in the hospital and not in mere passing. She had sought it out, asking a nurse where she could find it. She stopped at the threshold of the dimly lit room. White pine benches straddled a narrow isle leading to an altar made of the same pine and draped with a green cloth. No one was in the room. Melanie shuffled along the navy blue runner paving the way to the front, her mind was drawn into itself.
The idea of a god never sat right with her, but every time she found herself lost and clutching at the strings of hope, she sought god out. Maybe this was some menial proof that there was a god or maybe she was willing to do anything to comfort herself through a belief that somewhere there was a sort of unconditional love and peace, that her existence was more than this life.
Believing that there was nothing after death did not sit well with her either, but nothing in life provided her with any assurance that there was more than darkness after the last breath. Melanie clung to this world and the life that it offered her, even though, it was not as she had imagined it.
She struck the match along the small cardboard box. Breathing in the sulfur, she touched the flame to the small white candle. She sank to her knees. The cold tile pressed into her kneecaps. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.
She wasn’t asking for much, only that they all reach the safe zone alive. She knew that if there was a god, she had to keep her request straightforward and reasonable. Alive. Was that too much to ask? She didn’t mind so much if they were hungry, naked, injured, or sick. Just alive. She filled her lungs with the soft scent of incense, which she had not noticed before then. It sent a jolt through her. It had not been there when she first entered.
Her eyes popped open and she lifted her head swinging it around to see behind her. It was the older woman she had seen in the hallway, when she had sat waiting to be taken to see her mom after surgery. The woman sat on the bench on the second row. Her violet eyeglasses peeked out of the pocket on her white coat. Her caramel skin glowed in the flickering candlelight. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed.
Melanie watched the rise and fall of her chest. A calm tranquil expression softened the lines of age at the corners of the woman’s eyes and mouth. Melanie got to her feet and the woman opened her brown eyes. Flecks of gold caught the light as a smile spread across the woman’s face.
“I’m Alyson Binkard,” she said and patted the spot next to her.
“Your mom’s here right?”
“I’m a doctor in the trauma unit, not a stocker.”
Melanie didn’t need to look at her to see the smile. She heard it along with the suppressed laugh in Alyson’s voice.
“I think god has been watching over your mamma. A bullet in the belly is generally fatal.”
Melanie turned to her this time.
“What’s your name?”
Alyson mouthed her name as if tasting it, and nodded her head a few times. “Well Melanie, I expect we will be seeing a bit of one another over the next week or two, while your mamma is here healing up. Perhaps we will get coffee sometime.”
Melanie smiled. “I’d like that.”
Melanie got to her feet and turned to go.
“Melanie, next time you’re in here, will you light a candle for me too?”
Melanie paused. “Of course, Dr. Binkard.”
“Alyson, please,” she said a gazed up at Melanie a sadness pulled at her face.
Melanie walked slowly back to her mom’s room. She looked in each of the rooms she passed. There were patients in each, sometimes three or four. Even in her mother’s room, there was another woman, who had been found at the bottom of a staircase, shattered and bleeding. She would hear the flat-line tone and rushing feet multiple times throughout the day and night, and she would hold onto her mom even tighter.
Melanie has been wandering the halls for three days now. Sometimes she watched her mom sleep, and sometimes she went for a walk. If her mom was awake, she was at her side.
Karalynn sent flowers, cookies, and books for Jennifer. She visited when she could.
Mitchel brought Sam in each morning and they had breakfast together, and then he would take her back to Karalynn’s where she could play and be a child. She knew she was lucky to have Mitchel to look after Sam and Daisy while she stayed with her mom. She didn’t even have to ask him.