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Love After Heaven, Parts 16-20 by Isagani R. Cruz

Love After Heaven, Parts 16 to 202015/08/18FICTION IN PROGRESSONE COMMENT Father Romy faced the children in the auditorium. He was impressed by their behavior. They were absolutely quiet. Their faces were all turned towards him. None of them even shifted in his or her seat. “Dear children,” he began, in a tone that he hoped would sound parental. The children did not react. They just sat looking at him, with no emotion that he could identify. They could very well be just manikins or robots. “Dear children,” he repeated. “Good morning.” All the children suddenly shouted in unison, “Good morning, visitor!” Momentarily surprised, Father Romy wanted to laugh. He was not a visitor. He had been invited at the last minute by a fellow priest to conduct a recollection. He heard the voice of the principal over the loudspeaker. “Children,” the voice said, “Father is not a visitor. He is here to help you with your spiritual life.” The children all fell silent. The principal, who had a wireless mi…

Love After Heaven, Parts 11-15

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Love After Heaven, Parts 11 to 152015/08/13FICTION IN PROGRESSONE COMMENT

by Isagani R. Cruz Julie allowed her mobile phone to keep ringing. She had put it on silent but vibrating mode. It was the twelfth time in the last hour that Frankie had tried to reach her. Not that she was counting. Okay, so she was counting. Burning her husband in the crematorium had shocked her into rethinking her affair with Frankie. It was one thing to enjoy sex with her lover while her husband was at work or at home. It was quite another thing to see her husband being fed into the oven, with the flames rushing up to devour him. She cried then, not the tears she pretended to shed in the funeral parlor, but real tears, tears of repentance, tears of guilt, tears of – yes – love. She loved her husband. Yes, she did. It was the sex that made her cheat on him. The sex he never really gave her. With him, it was always let’s do it, there it’s done, good night. With Frankie, it was always let’s do it, yes, but lat…

Love After Heaven 6- 10

Love After Heaven, Parts 6 to 102015/08/08FICTION IN PROGRESSNO COMMENTS by Isagani r. Cruz Now that he was dead, she was free to live with Frankie. No more taking a shower immediately after coming home to dear loving husband. No more pretending to be with the girls. No more asking the guard at the school to swear that she left the campus very late. No more glancing over her shoulder to check if someone she knew would see her going into a movie theater, or a dimly-lit restaurant, or a hotel, or a motel. A motel, for God’s sake. She never dreamed that she would be doing what her classmates were doing when she was in college, or that the adolescents in her neighborhood were probably doing instead of attending their classes. All her life, she had followed the rules. No kissing until months after the first date. No petting in the balconies of movie theaters. No sex in the back seat of a car in parking lots. No nothing, except for occasionally holding hands though never in broad daylight. …

Love After Heaven by Isagani R. Cruz

Love After Heaven, Parts 1 to 52015/08/04FICTION IN PROGRESSONE COMMENT I shall but love thee better after death, one book says, but I don’t believe that. I’m dead and I don’t see Julie anywhere around. Of course, another book says that, after death, we neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven. Angels, my foot! I don’t have wings. I’m not playing a harp. In fact, I’m exactly as I was the day I died, except I’m not tied to that hospital bed with all those tubes going in and out of my body. Heaven is grossly overrated. I thought that, when I died, I would experience unimagined happiness, like orgasms that last for decades or food that I can eat without having to go to the bathroom or music that I can listen to without getting tired. Or at least, something really enjoyable. I spent most of my life praying that I would go to heaven, even being sorry for anything that would endanger my life after death. I could have done all those things I was not supposed to …