on my dream of
flames.
The wind kicked up and Berkley zipped
up her hooded sweatshirt. “So if the fire is the only thing you
have to go on, how do you know this is for real? Maybe it’s just
some kind of coincidence.”
I gaped at her wondering where she hid
the friend who believed in me. “Well, let’s start with they are
rather strange dreams and then it ended up on the news. I mean, it
wasn’t like the everyday dream and I just had a feeling in my gut.
I’m not sure how, but I knew it as certainly as I knew my own
name.” I took a few sips of my own soda and waited for a
response.
Unfortunately for me, she was taking
her time. Berkley twisted her hair and tucked it beneath her hood,
which now framed her face. She mulled it over for a few more
seconds. “I was just playing Devil’s Advocate. Obviously this is
much too much of a coincidence. But do you really think you’re
psychic or is your grandmother just sending you the images from the
other side?”
Okay, had to admit I hadn’t thought
about that possibility. “I don’t know. Why would she show me those
specific images though? It’s not like I could have done anything to
prevent it or to save that man. I’d understand it if I knew him,
but he was a total stranger.”
We were silent for a few more seconds.
“Internet the sec we get home. You check prophetic dreams and I’ll
see what I can find out about ghosts sending information and we’ll
discuss the highlights later,” she said as we approached the street
where we had to split up.
“ Yeah, I’ll call you before
supper.” With that we waved and paced off in our separate
directions.
****
Come five o’clock Mom and I were
pretty much in the same position that we were in the night before,
except I was paying close attention to the news this time. And this
time I was only pretending to do my homework. I sat on what was
normally a comfortable chair, yet I couldn’t control the urge to
fidget. My tense muscles ached while I waited impatiently for the
inevitable to occur.
To be honest I was praying I’d be
wrong and there’d be no body. I begged and begged, please just let
it be some freaky kind of coincidence.
Yeah, like I really believed
that.
The anchorman once again showed clips
of the devastation from the chemical fire the night before and
discussed possible causes. Yada, yada, yada still under
investigation. There was one new development though… oh crap, here
it comes. No, no, no, no… - It appeared the charred remains of a
body was found near the entrance of the building.
Yup, I could have told them that. So
much for breaking news. Evidently the poor bugger made a valiant
effort to get out, but was overcome by smoke inhalation first. Not
what I wanted to hear.
I was close to soiling my pants, but
couldn’t lose the opportunity to ‘I told you so’ my mother. I
looked back to her and raised an eyebrow. She looked ashen and her
glass was hanging upside down while her diet caffeine free soda
spilled out all over the new plush carpet.
I went to the kitchen and ran a cloth
under cold water and grabbed the Resolve spot remover. I started
dabbing it up before it stained and my mother was still just
sitting there like some sort of zombie when I came back.
“ Believe me now?” I asked
wanting to rub it in just a little bit.
She nodded mindlessly. “It isn’t that
I didn’t believe you before. It’s just I hoped you were wrong. I
really hoped that you were wrong. And with all the trauma you’ve
suffered lately. Well, you can see how it would be easy to think…
Oh, hell, I just didn’t want it to be true, but I should have known
right away. Should have recognized the symptoms.” She sighed and
massaged her temples the exact way I do when my head
hurts.
I didn’t get it. How would she have
guessed and what was so wrong with being psychic? Okay, forget the
last thought. “What do you mean? How would you know anything about
this?” She’d spent the past few days
flames.
The wind kicked up and Berkley zipped
up her hooded sweatshirt. “So if the fire is the only thing you
have to go on, how do you know this is for real? Maybe it’s just
some kind of coincidence.”
I gaped at her wondering where she hid
the friend who believed in me. “Well, let’s start with they are
rather strange dreams and then it ended up on the news. I mean, it
wasn’t like the everyday dream and I just had a feeling in my gut.
I’m not sure how, but I knew it as certainly as I knew my own
name.” I took a few sips of my own soda and waited for a
response.
Unfortunately for me, she was taking
her time. Berkley twisted her hair and tucked it beneath her hood,
which now framed her face. She mulled it over for a few more
seconds. “I was just playing Devil’s Advocate. Obviously this is
much too much of a coincidence. But do you really think you’re
psychic or is your grandmother just sending you the images from the
other side?”
Okay, had to admit I hadn’t thought
about that possibility. “I don’t know. Why would she show me those
specific images though? It’s not like I could have done anything to
prevent it or to save that man. I’d understand it if I knew him,
but he was a total stranger.”
We were silent for a few more seconds.
“Internet the sec we get home. You check prophetic dreams and I’ll
see what I can find out about ghosts sending information and we’ll
discuss the highlights later,” she said as we approached the street
where we had to split up.
“ Yeah, I’ll call you before
supper.” With that we waved and paced off in our separate
directions.
****
Come five o’clock Mom and I were
pretty much in the same position that we were in the night before,
except I was paying close attention to the news this time. And this
time I was only pretending to do my homework. I sat on what was
normally a comfortable chair, yet I couldn’t control the urge to
fidget. My tense muscles ached while I waited impatiently for the
inevitable to occur.
To be honest I was praying I’d be
wrong and there’d be no body. I begged and begged, please just let
it be some freaky kind of coincidence.
Yeah, like I really believed
that.
The anchorman once again showed clips
of the devastation from the chemical fire the night before and
discussed possible causes. Yada, yada, yada still under
investigation. There was one new development though… oh crap, here
it comes. No, no, no, no… - It appeared the charred remains of a
body was found near the entrance of the building.
Yup, I could have told them that. So
much for breaking news. Evidently the poor bugger made a valiant
effort to get out, but was overcome by smoke inhalation first. Not
what I wanted to hear.
I was close to soiling my pants, but
couldn’t lose the opportunity to ‘I told you so’ my mother. I
looked back to her and raised an eyebrow. She looked ashen and her
glass was hanging upside down while her diet caffeine free soda
spilled out all over the new plush carpet.
I went to the kitchen and ran a cloth
under cold water and grabbed the Resolve spot remover. I started
dabbing it up before it stained and my mother was still just
sitting there like some sort of zombie when I came back.
“ Believe me now?” I asked
wanting to rub it in just a little bit.
She nodded mindlessly. “It isn’t that
I didn’t believe you before. It’s just I hoped you were wrong. I
really hoped that you were wrong. And with all the trauma you’ve
suffered lately. Well, you can see how it would be easy to think…
Oh, hell, I just didn’t want it to be true, but I should have known
right away. Should have recognized the symptoms.” She sighed and
massaged her temples the exact way I do when my head
hurts.
I didn’t get it. How would she have
guessed and what was so wrong with being psychic? Okay, forget the
last thought. “What do you mean? How would you know anything about
this?” She’d spent the past few days
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