Rosebud
Ephemeral Spectre
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I have one about the Zeebrugge disaster, too.
My Sister, who is normally rather disorganized, announced that she had booked tickets through The Sun newspaper to go on a day trip to Belgium. I had a bad feeling as soon as she mentioned it but thought that she would 'double-book' herself or forget to make proper arrangements to get there etc. and would not go.
As time went on it became clear that she and her young daughter were really looking forward to the trip and were determined to go. Every time the subject came up my dread grew.
Eventually I had to say something but she wouldn't listen. I was a killjoy, a mouse with no sense of adventure and should mind my own business. Several more exchanges happened but she was adamant.
The day of the trip came and I was still very uneasy but the feeling had changed slightly and I wondered if I had been over-protective (she had been badly injured the previous year and was still in a wheelchair).
Soon after 6pm the phone rang and it was her, furious. She had lost her balance getting into her wheelchair, broken her ankle, hit her head and had spent the entire day at the hospital. "I hope you're happy, you didn't want us to go and we didn't!" she raged. She was still grumbling when the newsflash came on announcing the tragedy.
I should add that although she has a sharp tongue I am not usually on the receiving end of it and her belligerence was out of character. She is usually quite psychic but did not have any misgivings about the trip at all.
Not their time to go it would seem.
My Sister, who is normally rather disorganized, announced that she had booked tickets through The Sun newspaper to go on a day trip to Belgium. I had a bad feeling as soon as she mentioned it but thought that she would 'double-book' herself or forget to make proper arrangements to get there etc. and would not go.
As time went on it became clear that she and her young daughter were really looking forward to the trip and were determined to go. Every time the subject came up my dread grew.
Eventually I had to say something but she wouldn't listen. I was a killjoy, a mouse with no sense of adventure and should mind my own business. Several more exchanges happened but she was adamant.
The day of the trip came and I was still very uneasy but the feeling had changed slightly and I wondered if I had been over-protective (she had been badly injured the previous year and was still in a wheelchair).
Soon after 6pm the phone rang and it was her, furious. She had lost her balance getting into her wheelchair, broken her ankle, hit her head and had spent the entire day at the hospital. "I hope you're happy, you didn't want us to go and we didn't!" she raged. She was still grumbling when the newsflash came on announcing the tragedy.
I should add that although she has a sharp tongue I am not usually on the receiving end of it and her belligerence was out of character. She is usually quite psychic but did not have any misgivings about the trip at all.
Not their time to go it would seem.