1. The Last Flight Chapter 19


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

    like a mother hen but it was nice. Her attention made me realise just how lonely I had been since my mother was killed. I had met many people and made superficial friends but Pascale was like a sister. All of them were like the family I never had. Dominique returned home later in the afternoon and she too helped Pascale to look after me and keep me company. Between them, they drove away the fears and memories and, by the time Françoise was due to return I had helped them prepare dinner. Dominique to set five places at the table and Pascale placed bowls of crisp fresh salad in the centre with serving spoons so that each of us could help ourselves. My leg was sufficiently healed now to enable to stand for short periods without crutches so I sliced bread and vegetables whilst Pascale cooked a chicken. When all was done I stood for a moment and looked at the table. It was a meal for a real family. It was then that I realised that there were indeed, five place settings. “Is your friend joining us tonight, Dominique?” I asked her. “Have you forgotten?” she replied with a frown, “It's Friday.” “ No, I haven't forgotten, I know it's Friday but...?” I was puzzled. ...
    “Your father is coming for the weekend!” She almost laughed as she said it. “Oh, gosh, yes! So he is.” I had quite lost track of the days and, for the moment, had not appreciated that Friday was almost the weekend. I felt so stupid! “Maman is meeting him at the station on her way home,” Dominique looked at the clock. “They should be here soon.” No sooner had the words left her lips than I heard the sound of a car pull up in the driveway. “Talk of the Devil!” Pascale smiled, “That will be them now!” A moment later the door opened and Françoise and my father walked into the kitchen. “Wow! Look at you!” my father exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as I hobbled carefully towards him. “No crutches! You are healing well!” I put my arms around him and held him tightly. I felt his strong arms envelop me and I felt safe and happy. No further words were needed and I released him and we sat at the table to eat. We chatted as we ate but as time passed I began to remember the dream and, particularly, the man at the fissure and a feeling of unease began to fill me. What did he mean, 'His time will come'? Who's time and why would he be waiting? To be continued...
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