1. The Last Flight Chapter 19


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I lay quietly, listening to the sounds around me but mostly I listened to Pascale breathing, gentle now, steady. “Karen...” she said, slowly, as if considering her words. “Yes, Pascale?” I replied. “Karen, I am sorry I got turned on by your story. I didn't know that boy was so horrible.” “That's all right, Sweetheart. I do understand, honestly.” “You are sweet,” she said, “How did you turn out so well after all that you have gone through?” “It is just how I am, I suppose. Deep down, I look for the good in people.” “Will you tell me some more about your life, please?” “Pascale, I will tell you everything you wish to know,” I promised, “but not right now, it is getting late and you need to sleep.” “Oh, yes, I am sorry but soon?” she insisted. “Yes,” I laughed softly, “Soon!” She went out to the kitchen from where I briefly heard the sound of running water, then returned, a few minutes later. “Sorry,” she whispered, somewhat abashed, “I had to clean up a little.” “Ah, I see,” I chuckled. She flicked up the switch by the door and extinguished the dim bulb hanging from the centre of the ceiling. Once again I lay still and listened to the rustling of her blanket and little creaks of the cushions as she made herself as comfortable as she could in the big old armchair.. “Goodnight, Karen,” she whispered. I hope you are able to get some sleep. I am here if you need me.” “Goodnight, Pascale,” I replied. “Thank you.” And then, all was quiet. I listened as her breathing changed form ...
    general, easy breathing into the deep regular breaths of sleep. I smiled inwardly, happy. From the darkness I heard a crow cry, raucous and loud. It flew down and landed upon the top of the darkened, shadowy form of the curve on the top of the stone beside which I was standing. I looked about me. All I could see in the almost complete darkness were gravestones. Some straight, some leaning. I could see the black silhouette of a stone Angel ahead of me and to my right, a large Celtic cross, barely visible in the blackness. The air was cool but not cold, on my flesh. The crow squawked again and I looked at him, his head tilted to one side as though studying me. I began to realise that, although dark, there was enough moonlight to be able to see the names on the stones. I recognised them all. They were the names from the passenger manifest. A great sadness washed over me but also, a calmness inside. A calmness I had not experienced for so long. I felt quite strange being there. I had no sense of fear, even though, in the eerie silver light of the moon, much of what lay ahead was hidden in the shadows. I began to walk, moving slowly with silent footsteps, from stone to stone. At each one I stopped and read the name. I could see the faces of each one as clearly as if they were standing there. I saw the name from seat twenty-three, George's colleague, I saw the faces of the elderly couple from seats one and two, they were smiling up at me, as on the day when I first saw them whilst I ...
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