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She lost track of time until the flames
caught her attention once more. They flickered from orange to gold, to silver,
to white.
A flurry of snowflakes masked the flames
and for a second Monica watched the most beautiful, pristine snow-scene she’d
ever seen. Her lips curved in longing. How she’d love to get a toboggan and
slide down that slope. She knew where it was, and had done just that many times
in her childhood, first with her parents and then, in clandestine manner, with
her brother. Sneaking an old tin tray from the back of her mother’s walk-in
pantry, she’d then grabbed Billy’s hand and they’d rushed out the back gate,
heading for the lakeside track that led up into the hills.
Darkness, dense and thick with grief
dropped over the scene. Startled and disconcerted by the strength of emotion
emanating from the vision Monica shifted to her knees, ready to stand, when a
voice, a deep male voice, sharp with fear called out her name.
“Monica!”
“Monica!”
She knew she’d never heard the voice
before, and yet—it was as familiar to her as the image she saw in her mirror
each morning.
“Help me, Monica.”
Desperate for more clues, she searched
the darkness within the flames until it sputtered and faded. With a curse she
jumped up and ran for the phone. With her outstretched hand hovering over it
she halted and let her hand drop to her side once more. What could she say?
What would the police or rescue team think of her if she called them and told
them she’d seen a vision of a man in distress?
They’d laugh in her face and classify
her as a lunatic. Well, maybe not. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d
contacted them with positive information but something—an instinctive gut
reaction told her what she’d seen this time hadn’t happened yet.
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