Free The Lover's Parable Through A Seven World Journey by Brady Millerson

back the long strands of hair dangling in front of her face, Sofia tucked them behind her ear and whipped her eyes towards Mr. Sanders and then back to her companion, as if to say “ Well, aren’t you going to answer him? ”
    John was at a crossroad: his agreement to participate in Mr. Sanders’ plan, if everything worked out as the old man wanted it to, meant that there would be no small cubicle waiting for him in some near-future, adult life, no small grovel to live in. His wife would not lose the luster of her hair, or the fair complexion of her youthful skin to the life of a slave for a master of which neither he nor she would ever see. In essence, things would be the way he always wanted them to be. But, to refuse his help would mean that all these terrible things would be the reality of his future. It seemed too obvious as to which direction he should set his feet to walk. But, the choice was his. And each path had to have its own moral consequence. The causal nexus of each one was too expansive to comprehend the differing outcomes, and John was feeling too inadequate to carry the responsibility that was being placed upon his shoulders. Which type of life did he want to live? An opportunity was being granted to him, to actualize the potential of anything he chose within the realm of what is humanly possible under the given circumstances. Sofia’s eyes were still in the waiting. John had to act fast. He could not delay any longer. Mr. Sanders needed an answer.
    “Okay, then,” he said. “What do you want us to do?”
    “Leave it to me for now, John,” the old man responded with a nervous smile, “You’ll have plenty more decisions to deal with in the coming days. Just quickly buckle in. Secure yourselves well. We’re getting close.”
    Lying down and squeezing himself into the back of the seat, John reached down, helping Sofia to climb up from the floor beside him. Cuddling as close together as they could press their bodies, beginning at their legs, they tightened the cargo straps and the seatbelts around themselves. They were nearly complete with the securing detail up to their mid-torsos when a strange vibration from the engine compartment began rattling the vehicle.
    The sense of speed that Sofia first experienced at the outset of their Highway commute was far less intense than what she was feeling at the present moment.
    “Are you two almost finished?” Mr. Sanders yelled over the roar of the engine.
    The vehicle shifted into another gear, and the acceleration of the transporter began to cause a strange, almost nauseating, sensation in their stomachs.
    “We’re almost done,” John fired back.
    Pulling Sofia’s head down into his chest, he gave a firm yank on the final strap that provided the security over their shoulders.
    “We’re ready.”
    Weaving in and out of the traffic, Mr. Sanders focused all his attention on his end target. It would all fall upon the timing. He needed the vehicle to accelerate faster. He needed an opening, a clear and direct path, unhindered by the other machines on the Highway. With only a few minutes left, he had to think his plan through, to get everything in order. There could be no mistakes. This was probably the last chance for anyone on the planet to experience the joy of freedom.
    As his heart began to race and his senses became keener, the awareness of Mr. Sanders’ surroundings intensified. He knew what the most important detail was that the proposal needed to succeed: a divine intervention.
    The appropriate time to veer off course, to squeeze into the unoccupied space between the empty vehicles lining the Highway, to collide with the walls at the proper angle, was fast approaching. Whatever the fastest obtainable speed their transporter was capable of, he thought, it would probably be the minimum needed to penetrate the concrete upon impact.
    “Everybody hold on tight,” he yelled, checking the straps that secured his own body to the seat.
    Holding her hands