FAMILY TRADITION
Part 2
When I first heard the sirens screech pass the hotel window below, my senses flew into overdrive. A condition, or some might say a curse from my Family, a reaction that I have no control over. Poised and ready for action I cautiously eased the curtains to one side and sneaked a glimpse. Two squad cars - lights blazing – approached the hotel but then continued on into the distance. Breathing a sigh of relief as my adrenaline began to subside, I turned and reached for the Bourbon once more. My thoughts were in a frenzy…Where were they heading? Was this town really not as quiet as I’d imagined?
In thoughtful mood I sat on the end of the bed for quite some time sipping more Bourbon and thinking aloud.
It was sometime later after falling into a deep sleep that I awoke to a hard knock at the door.
Half awake, Bourbon still in hand I stumbled to the door.
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FBI Special Agent Clara Redwood was an hours drive away from GreyPines when she got the call.
Instinctively she set the cell to speaker call.
“Agent Redwood.”
“Clara it’s David.” The voice on the other end sounded rough, but gentle.
“Did you get there in…?”
“Sorry.” David interrupted. “We tried Clara, you know we did. We got there fifteen minutes after you called but the local Sheriff was already there.”
“My little sis?”
“Sorry Clara we…the Sheriff, we were all too late.”
Clara ended the call.
It was all she could do to keep her resolve steady and her will strong, but as the next gas station beckoned on the horizon grief became her enemy and she pulled in, switched off the engine and wept.
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THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING THIS EXCERPT.
I AIM TO POST EXCERPTS OF MY STORIES EVERY WEEK OR SO, OR MAYBE SOONER.
FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND ANY COMMENTS YOU MAY HAVE.
OH, AND ONE MORE THING.
IF YOU WAKE FROM YOUR SLUMBER WHEN A STORM BREAKS IN THE NIGHT.
DO YOU EVER SEE DEAD PEOPLE IN THAT BRIEF SNAP OF ILLUMINATION WHEN THE LIGHTNING PENETRATES YOUR BEDROOM.
DO YOU?
NEXT TIME LOOK AGAIN...
OR ARE YOU JUST A BIG SISSY?
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