Liquor - a Whackadoodle Inn Thursday Prompt
*smiles... last story for the year...
enjoy...
V.
enjoy...
V.
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If I should cross paths with a mythic being, I would likely sit down and try to figure out how and when I had consumed enough alcohol for such an event to occur.
Also, I cannot fault William for giving a lick. If one believes one has passed on to heaven, shouldn't one assume he is free to partake of the blessings surrounding him?
A lively little tale that will perfectly cap the year. Thank you for your generosity.
*uncorks his own personal bottle and passes it over*
Also, I cannot fault William for giving a lick. If one believes one has passed on to heaven, shouldn't one assume he is free to partake of the blessings surrounding him?
A lively little tale that will perfectly cap the year. Thank you for your generosity.
*uncorks his own personal bottle and passes it over*
Well, you asked for it...but here's a real life response. I do believe some of the stories my parents (My Hungarian Mother in particular) told me about the old wives tails from the Old Country about the spirits in the world. Then there's my Father who knew when a member of his family died or was close to it. He remembered when his Father died in particular. Dad was on a train from Buffalo to Cleveland when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He also predicted that his own death would be on leap year. He missed it by a year and a day which is close enough for me. My wife knew the moment her Mother died. She was awakened by a presence at the foot of her bed and seconds later the phone rang. I had some experiences when I was 10 with OBE that were real, extensive and terrifying for a child. Until I got used to them....then they went away when my asthma was brought under control. Back to my Mother, she'd had a stroke a year before she died that affected her speech and swallowing. She was mobile, sharp as a tack and seemed to be on the road to recovery. Then she started having seizures. The last one put her into a coma. I'd been out of town on a project and driving back into town from Delaware, I decided to stop by the nursing home to see her. I got there just as she received the Last Rites and spent some time with her holding her hand and finally decided I needed to give her permission to pass on. The nursing staff checked on her after I left and called my cell phone to tell me she'd gone just as I was pulling into my drive. I turned around and and went back to spend a little more time with her. She was nine months shy of her 100th birthday.
Yes Vixyy, there are spirits out there, and they don't talk straight. You need to feel what they're trying to tell you.
Great story!!!
Yes Vixyy, there are spirits out there, and they don't talk straight. You need to feel what they're trying to tell you.
Great story!!!
you made me smile and brought tears to my eyes kiddo... in the house we live in, my daughter always said she had a ghost living in her closet named Fred. I mean, every now and again I would see something out of the corner of my eye, and say, 'Hi Fred.' When my mother in law was on her last legs, I was sitting with her and she reached towards the ceiling and said, 'Fred.' She then looked at me and asked, 'Who's Fred?' I had to explain it for her.
Glad you liked the story...
V.
Glad you liked the story...
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