Golden Box Book Publishing One Picture: Thousands of Words | Page 84

“I don’t know. I just have to leave,” Chrissie put on her jacket. “I
hate it here and I hate you for bringing me here!”
She slammed the door behind her and ran down the long winding
driveway. She turned on the old dirt road and ran to a place where the
creek narrowed so she could cross. Then she climbed a gentle slope
and sat down beside a small stream that trickled into the creek. The
trees burned in autumn hues and the late afternoon sun in concert
with a gentle breeze created dancing shadows on the grass that
softened Chrissie’s mood.
Chrissie made herself comfortable on a soft mound of grass and
pulled out her journal. She wrote, “Cheryl, can you ever forgive me
for not saving your life? I should’ve stayed in the creek with you. If I
had been driving more carefully then I wouldn’t have had to swerve
off that road to miss the deer. Why didn’t I take the regular way
home then we would never have been there in the first place? Please
forgive me. I never wanted you to die. I need you. Please come back
to me.”
A bright iridescent light began to glow around her.
Chrissie looked up from her journal and saw a hazy figure floating
in the trees across the stream.
On the whisper of the breeze Chrissie heard a soft voice,
“Chrissie, come to me.” As the white haze, solidified Chrissie saw a
figure in a flowing white dress that fluttered in the breeze with gold
flecks that twinkled in the sunshine and a hand held out beckoning
Chrissie.
Chrissie stood up as if in a trance and approached the figure.
When Chrissie reached the vision, she saw her sister’s face. Chrissie
shook as she took a step back.