Reba awoke to a sound of thunder and rain drops falling on her body. "What?" "Where am I?" Reba got up and looked around. The power lines showed hardly any houses left on Oak avenue.

"Oh my God." Reba whispered. Then out of the fog a strange mist a figure with red hair came toward Reba.

"Reba?" The figure asked. "Yes?" Reba asked.
"This is your great-grandma, I have returned to help you with that one question you can't resolve."

When the figure appeared more clearly, Reba thought she was looking in a mirror. "Boy, you do look like me." Reba said. "Now you know to listen to your mother don't you?" "Do you remember my name?" "Its Oklahoma, like the state right?" "Yes I was burned for something I didn't do and now God has asked me to help you with your answer.

Oklahoma took Reba's hands in hers and asked "Would you give up your life to save Brock?" "Yes." "What if you had the chance to turn what he did for you around?" "I would do it in a heartbeat." "Reba, you have one choice." "Would tou trade places with Brock?"

Reba gritted her teeth, and put her thumbnail to her mouth, stood up straight and gave her answer...


short and sweet