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Every week, I try to incorporate the prompt given by Sara at mumturnedmom. This week is no exception and I’ve chosen an extract from my current WIP. The character in this story, Jake, can communicate with the ghost of his dead grandmother, but being able to see her caused problems for him. He’s in denial about his abilities and refuses to acknowledge them.
The prompt is ‘Gift’:
‘If Sophie has Lee looking after her she will be fine,’ I say. ‘Have you seen the size of him? She doesn’t need me or you for that matter. Just tell Aimee that her sister is in safe hands and we can leave it at that.’
‘I’ve tried to tell Aimee that but it hasn’t stopped her. Whether that’s because it didn’t get through to her I don’t know.’
‘How do you connect with her anyway?’ I say.
‘Well I don’t, do I?’ Gran says.
‘But how do you try to?’ I say.
‘When I was alive, I was able to go inside of myself and I could feel a physical change within me – a channel opening up, like a gateway. It’s a bit like meditation, where you open up your mind and let your energy flow free.’
‘That’s what Sophie needs to do,’ I say. ‘She might be able to connect with her sister on her own and then she wouldn’t need you to do it for her.’
‘Maybe, but as I said before, it’s not supposed to work like that. If Sophie doesn’t have the ability, then Aimee won’t be able to reach her. You have to have the ability first, like you do.’
‘I don’t have the gift, gran,’ I say.
‘Of course you do, how do you think you can speak to me?’
‘Because of your gift I presume,’ I say.
‘Then how come no one else can see me?’ she says.
‘Because you chose not to present to them,’ I say.
‘Wrong. They can’t see me because they don’t have the gift like you. With a bit of training you would be able to connect with other spirits too.’
‘But I don’t want to connect with other spirits,’ I say. ‘It’s bad enough that I can see you, no offence or anything, but a childhood spent talking to a ghost that no one else could see landed me in a psychiatric ward and resulted in me being on medication for however long – I can’t even remember I was so spaced out. Because of that, there are parts of my life that I have no memory of. I didn’t even know about Aimee’s murder, even though she was a local girl. I didn’t know that Mattie knew her and was questioned by the police. I also didn’t know that Lee’s parents were both killed in an accident. How much of my life did I miss all because I could speak to you? I don’t want to go through that ever again.’
Gran looks guilty for a change and she doesn’t seem to have an answer for me.
‘I just thought that if you could try to open your mind to the idea, then Aimee might be able to get through to you,’ she says.
‘No chance,’ I say, ‘and don’t even bother asking me that again.’
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