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|15 minutes (standard:other, 1191 words)|
|Author: LOWKEY||Added: Apr 18 2001||Views/Reads: 2651/1264||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story go to his destination. He had just come around a deep curve and there in front him were three highway patrol cars, with the lights flashing. An ambulance was sitting idly by with the lights on turning slowly. Jack eased the mustang down to almost a crawl, as one of the officers walked towards him waving his hands slightly. Jack rolled down the window and questioned the patrolman "what's the problem officer"?. The officer said that an airplane had tried to land on the road and had crashed killing everyone on board. He preceded to tell Jack he would have to take a detour on a road that veered off from the main road. The officer smiled as he told Jack " If you had been here 15 to 20 minutes sooner that plane would probably have come down right on top of you." Jack drove off thinking about what the officer had said, 15 to 20 minutes sooner.......... 15 to 20 minutes sooner............. 15 to 20 minutes sooner.............. If that woman had not been in front of his car he would have been there 15 to 20 minutes sooner. Less than 30 minutes later he was pulling into his grandfather's driveway, trying to put the events of his journey behind him. His grandfather had apparently heard the car and opened the door as Jack was getting out. Jack hurriedly hugged his grandfather and expressed his happiness at being allowed to come and stay for a while. He decided there was no need to tell his Grandfather about the incident involving the young girl at least not until morning. It would probably worry him. After unpacking and settling into his old bedroom, Jack walked into the main room or den of his grandfather's house. It was a huge room with pictures on every wall. The only light came from a candle on a center placed table and the dancing flame of the fire place. A recliner sat undisturbed, with an open book on it's arm awaiting the absent reader. He'd seen the pictures on the walls before when he was a kid, but they seemed different now. He curiously looked at each picture carefully, acknowledging each individual by saying their name softly under his breath. There was his aunts, uncles, and cousins, spread out along the walls. Then as he looked there on the mantle a slight chill went down his spine. There was a picture of his grandfather, when he had been much younger. His grandfather looked like a school kid standing there smiling from ear to ear. And there beside him stood his grandmother as a teenager. It was the face of the girl who had been in the road.........The end 1 Tweet
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