Mai Griffin
There was no point in going back to bed. By the time
they talked themselves out, it was almost time for
Polly’s niece to arrive. Pat had taken over her aunt’s
daily chores a year or so ago, when Sarah and Clarrie
insisted that at Polly’s age her duties should be light.
Although indignant initially, Polly settled well into her
new routine, making sure the household ran smoothly
and doing most of the cooking.
Keeping Sarah company, freeing Clarrie to come
and go as she pleased, was no hardship – Polly would
not have changed places with anyone else on earth.
Sarah was regretting now, that she succumbed to
the urge to leave her bed for a drink…
If only she had laid her head on the pillow again,
she might have seen more. The half-glimpsed poster
carried a photograph – a young man perhaps – and a
name, but her memory failed her; she could recall
nothing of the lettering or the signpost …if only she
had stared at it long enough to see any of the places
on it! She sighed heavily, but was sure that if she
relaxed and allowed the troubled spirit to come
through again more would be shown to her soon.
As she walked back upstairs to wash and get ready
to face the day, she heard the bustle of Pat’s arrival
downstairs.
Although Pat sensed an air of excitement about her
aunt and commented, Polly was far too discreet to
gossip about Sarah or anything to do with her psychic
abilities.
In isolation, the dream was not important, but who
knew what would follow?
Having several times witnessed the way the other
world worked she felt certain that the dream was just
a prelude to another amazing episode in their lives, but
she tried to curb her enthusiasm.
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