| Author: | Ros MacInnes | ISBN: | 9781456782177 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse UK | Publication: | September 26, 2011 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse UK | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ros MacInnes |
| ISBN: | 9781456782177 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse UK |
| Publication: | September 26, 2011 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse UK |
| Language: | English |
Looking Back............... There was a sense of a presence not manifest until a movement came from the old armchair by the window, a bespectacled lady peered round to look directly at her and without moving her lips Carol heard, We have been waiting to meet you! We! The lady said we? Were the experiences of visitations connected? Her mind raced, she had seen that face before looking down from the bay window almost a year ago. It had not been her imagination after all but a reality. Startled, Carol took a pace back out of the room and hurriedly closed the door, her heart felt it would leave her chest as she leaned heavily against the wall. Meadow Rise.................. By the time each bride reached her man beneath the old cedar tree a reverent hush hung over the delighted crowd of onlookers, the whole effect could not have been more entertaining or memorable......... The vows were made succinctly, each declaration honourable and sincere. As the rings were exchanged for one almost magical moment a young squirrel sat on the ground close to the couples as if watching the proceedings. The sound of clicking cameras recorded that, later given front page status in the local rag, the caption- Fairytale Future?
Looking Back............... There was a sense of a presence not manifest until a movement came from the old armchair by the window, a bespectacled lady peered round to look directly at her and without moving her lips Carol heard, We have been waiting to meet you! We! The lady said we? Were the experiences of visitations connected? Her mind raced, she had seen that face before looking down from the bay window almost a year ago. It had not been her imagination after all but a reality. Startled, Carol took a pace back out of the room and hurriedly closed the door, her heart felt it would leave her chest as she leaned heavily against the wall. Meadow Rise.................. By the time each bride reached her man beneath the old cedar tree a reverent hush hung over the delighted crowd of onlookers, the whole effect could not have been more entertaining or memorable......... The vows were made succinctly, each declaration honourable and sincere. As the rings were exchanged for one almost magical moment a young squirrel sat on the ground close to the couples as if watching the proceedings. The sound of clicking cameras recorded that, later given front page status in the local rag, the caption- Fairytale Future?
