Woman with Blue EyesA Story by Larry Dyson
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I worked at the Hospital in the geriatrics ward. Many times at
night the specters of the lost souls and long dead would visit my mind and spirit,
and I ...only wanting to comfort their wanderings; consoled them in their
confusion and loss.
But the one who followed and showed the most need was the woman
with the blue eyes.
Imagine that the only thing of color was her eyes. The rest
shades of grey and black...even her clothes from the 1800's were colorless,
without exact form and only her eyes were clearly visible , those strange luminescent
blue eyes, seeking …Something.
The prescience was
usually felt just around 3am ...first it settled in like tendrils of smoke or
dense fog. Then her outline became the form, the shape in my peripheral vision.
As she materialized in form shimmering below the waist, her thoughts became
quite clear. She was looking for the man in the red waistcoat. Her vision of
him hung in the air like a sign from the times, a tavern sign reading the
'Unicorn Inn'. It unfurled a flag as well of the gentry of that age, marking
where the Duke had lodgings for his compatriots, a safe place to stay while
doing the Kings business. At this point I surmised that the lack of color in
her surroundings was due to the time span she was reaching from, and that it
may have been difficult for her to remember the exactness of the Inn. I had
heard that the amout of energy the poltergeist had to expend was exponentially
in contrast to the time elapsed …and the age of the materializations.
Hence…the older the time
the more difficult to produce the shared vision, but the intensity of the Blue
Eyes …was evidently a marker in their
emotions.
© 2011 Larry DysonAuthor's Note
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Added on October 4, 2011Last Updated on October 17, 2011 AuthorLarry DysonTomball /Magnolia, TXAboutWARNING!!--- my writing approaches Mature most of the time, read with caution if you are concerned ,or so WC thinks? - I'm a retired southern woods walker..who writes and lives modestly..I love n.. more..Writing
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