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Intuition |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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She often walked along the tracks, a husband and child to feed, to the tiny store and home once more; with goods that they would need. Her son in school... Perhaps... Somehow... He'll find a better way. An easier life... less toil, less strife... For that, she'd often pray. Her man... A man with blackend hands, blackend face and blackend lungs; who managed to carry his age with grace, for one so old, so young. His labor showed in mind and soul. It showed in height and width and girth. Daily, he dug their precious coal from the dark bowels of the earth. She thought of him as she stepped along in route to the little store. The tracks had been the shortest path She'd walked it many times before. But suddenly things felt different... Something was not the same... She wonderered at the strangeness... and then she heard her name... "Lucille", the voice called aloud. With no house for near a mile. No bush or ditch for one to hide. She shook it off and smiled. "Imagination or perhaps the wind." "But, something is wrong I feel !" And once again the voice cried out... She shook at the sound.... "Lucille !" Turning back, she headed home... She could not tell you why. She could not explain what caused her pain or what brought tears to her eyes. She wept ! She ran ! Her heart beat fast ! Her breathing quick and hard ! Her legs grew weak as she neared the house and the truck parked in the yard. There... two men stood by a fallen friend... A form beneath a sheet. They searched in vain for fitting words as she moaned at his feet. How it happened... They could not say. It seemed the tunnel had just gave way. A timber cracked and they heard a yell... He called her name as the ceiling fell. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
A very touching story, Larry!  |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Uriah...Enjoyed this sad story of love and devotion...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...  ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Uriah, You tell a fine story, enjoyed. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Uriah, I agree with Seymour you tell a fine story! One of many of yours I will cherish! :-) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad and tragic story that was not so long ago lived |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
You are a tremendous story teller, Uriah...this is a sad one. It is so true though, sometimes our intuition must be obeyed. *hugs*.....jo |
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terasinas Member
since 2006-03-24
Posts 91Michigan ... The Great Lakes |
I love your poems and stories too .. they ring so true ... and I relate to this one too (lol, I do) ... it's true ... when we are close to one who passes, premonitions and intuitions, though unexplained, are real and bring us to a place where no time passes, time stands still for a moment ... and we connect with them and on some level, aware of their goodbyes and our steadfast urge to not let go. I know .. cause this happened to me too, when my husband had to go. ((hugs)) tera |
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