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The Last Flight Chapter 11
Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
The sound of my scream brought nurses running from whatever they were doing. I was staring at the door, terrified of who I could see. Two of the nurses came to my side, speaking gently, trying to calm me but I couldn't understand them. I was shaking and whispering to myself. “It's a dream, it's a dream,” over and over. Françoise appeared beside me. “Karen,” she pleaded, “What is it? What is wrong?” I pointed an unsteady finger at the man by the door, the man with the now sad face. “Françoise,” I said, “tell me it's a dream, please... ” “No, my dear, you are not asleep. What is wrong?” “That man, by the door. Do you see him?” She looked in the direction I was pointing. “Yes, I see him. Why? What has he done?” “Ask him...” I could hardly breathe now and the words came it in short, shaky breaths, “Ask him who he is.” Françoise frowned and turned slowly towards the figure who now had a small tear hanging from his eyelid. “Monsieur, qui etes-vous?” she asked him. “Who are you?” “Madam, Je m'appelle Albert Farmer. Je suis le pere de Karen,” he replied sadly. “He says he is your father,” she said carefully. “No, he can't be! My father is dead!” I remembered vividly the day my Mum received the telegram informing us of his death. “Karen, I will talk to him but you must calm down.” Françoise' voice was so soothing that already I was beginning to breathe more easily but my heart was still pounding like a hammer. I swallowed and took a deep breath and tried so hard to tell myself ...