Her breath came quickly, too fast, a problem she never licked. Even as a child, if she was frightened, her chest got tight, and breathing difficult. She went to the kitchen and fixed a cup of hot strong tea. She felt his presence as he came to her again in a whispering voice. There seemed to be no escape from the cruel words, making the sorrow deepen. Julie finally decided to visit the gravesite that night. She brushed away the dust from her gown, and spoke to the buried man. “I loved you John, but you keep coming back to me, setting my mind in a spin. Why torture me like this? The accident was your fault and I almost died in that river too! Please leave me alone and accept your final rest.”
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The Bag Lady 
Nice story Cheryl! ❤
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