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The Ring -Part 2-

A hand touched upon her shoulder, as she turned around in shock, she saw her deceased Grandma standing there, in her favourite gingham frock. "I'm here for you, it's time my dear" her grandma softly said, "I could not come to you before, not until you knew that you were dead" The girl refused to listen, she could not believe her eyes, any moment now she expected all her friends to shout 'surprise'! "Is it true, am I dead? if so how did I die? and why can't I remember? the girl began to cry. "All in good time" her grandma said, "it's time for us to go, all the answer's that you seek, you very soon will know" "No, I can't, how can I? my parents need me bad, just look at both of them right now, I can't leave mum and dad". She stepped back, needed time, she must try hard to remember, the last memory that she recalled, was the 12th day of December. The morning started normally, breakfast then to her job, lunchtime came, ham salad, on a sesamee seed cob, She left the cafe happy, a phone call from her friend, something about an accident, but she was on the mend. Oh no it was all coming back, her jealous hateful rage, she had seen her boyfriend with another girl, she remembered it was Paige. To be continued - see part 3 - apologies for it being so long ;)

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