The festival brought many people. Everything in bloom; beautiful foliage covered the mountain-top resort. Triangular cabins were built to suit the name given by original dwellers; Three-Corner-Crown had a meaning oblivious to most.
Shops filled with patrons, women laughed while swiping their husband’s credit cards, children ran amuck, and men sat on fish banks weighing in Trout. But in the dwelling closest to the forest, the triangle experience was underway.
Dr. Schwan invited his sickest patients to visit, offering them a cure. The trip was rarely refused.
He greeted his guests with a cup of calming tea and then showed them to their room for rest, allowing their minds and bodies to refresh from the journey.
At nightfall, he explained the treatment, with the lights dimmed, he brought fire to incense as subtle music played.
“There now.” He guided his patient to a customized chair, a comfort described as blissful.
His touch and voice, sympathetic. “I cannot heal you.” Dr. Schwan retrieved a syringe from his drawer. “I can introduce you to the triangle.”
He opened the window to his top floor office. “For your soul to escape.” He said.
“I live to live, not to die. If it’s the trinity you intend to introduce me to, I’m aware that I cannot enter heaven’s gates by suicide, assisted or otherwise.” His final client was on a mission of his own.
Dr. Schwan sat stunned as his patient pulled a small leatherbound Bible from his pocket. “Let me introduce you to The Father, Son and Holy-Ghost.”
Dr. Schwan’s window slammed shut as he reluctantly agreed to prayer. IT IS FINISHED formed in blood across the glass as he fell to his knees and repented of murder.
“Were you sent by him?” Dr. Schwan said having known Christ but refused him all along.
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