The Gift of Sight

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2023/06/16/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-17-2023/

The gift of sight, as a medium was a tough one. Barbara didn’t like the dreams, as they never really told her what was going to happen. Or if that was the whole truth of what was happening.

It was a mere glimpse, a few choice images on the screen, changing with the days and nights around her. Sometimes, or most times, there was a sense of de-ja-vu. Had she seen that church before? Walked down that street? Or drank in that pub? She wasn’t sure, that was the reality of it.

A dream about fire engines rushing up the side of a building, and it in flames. The image of people on an airplane, diving down from the sky. Months before it happened. A repetitive dream, warning the wrong person. What could she do to stop tragedy.

Nobody would have listened.

There were good things too – meeting her husband, watching the birth of her granddaughter. Dreaming of her own children before they were born. All dreams, where they were constantly on a loop. Although, it was like, she wasn’t allowed to see the full picture – nobody was.

A site in the future, like a large cruise liner, with the past, present and future. If you opened one door, another time line would happen. Dreams, in glorious colour, which was brighter than any she sensed while awake. Time a series of cabins, doors, and a glimmer of hope.

The gift of sight, perhaps not quite a gift, but something special.