You walk down the abandoned lane looking at the dead end. There seems to be some mistake, you think. She had given you the directions perfectly, maybe you took a wrong turn somewhere. You turn around, walk swiftly back to your car in the dark. It feels safe here. You open the door and realize that its locked. You peep through the misty glass to see the key still in the ignition. Damn the auto locks. You start to sweat. Images flash in front of your eyes as you think of countless slasher movies you saw and laughed at on lighter evenings.

You think of all the people in your life that matter to you. The last time you met your lover and the dumb fight you had then. You remember the way you had rolled your eyes at your mom and of laughing with your friends at her. The last time you hugged your dad and told him how much he’s gained weight. The last time you snuggled your dog. You peep in through the window again. Now tears start rolling down your cheek as you realize you are all alone and helpless. And even through this daze you are aware that silently you are praying. Praying, even though you claim that you are an atheist. In this moment you wish that there really are miracles in this world.

A sweet melody rings. Your eyes widen with the intensity of several emotions. You feel relieved, you feel dumb, you coax yourself for over reacting, you are hopeful again, you are an atheist once again.

You pull out your cell phone from your pocket and realize your host’s calling you. You answer.

Cellular miracles.