Paul McCartney's Coat Liverpool Here Be Dragons Bundle by Michael White

Author:Michael White [White, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eighth Day Publishing
Published: 2014-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

There is however, a reason that I cannot draw this conclusion, for on that night I had heard the music the tree made. Sometimes when I least expect it I can recall some of its song. A tantalising refrain or part of the strange music it made. Yet never all of it. But I shall never forget that I did hear its music and I believe that I never will. Whatever happened that night I fear I shall never encounter its like again. Yet I am uniquely blessed, and shall be until my dying day. For I have heard what I genuinely believe no mortal man was ever meant to hear, and for that I am immensely grateful. Shall I ever understand what happened on that night? I have pondered it over the years it has taken me to write this down and I suspect that I never will. Am I the poorer for this lack of understanding? Again, I believe not, for if the memory of it ever frustrates me or drives me to confusion, then I always have the memory of the music and the moonlight falling down upon that majestic elm.

That, perhaps, is enough.”

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Carefully I placed the journal down on the garden table and picked up my drink once again. Well! That was very unusual, was it not? I really did not know what to make of it! My great great grandfather certainly seemed to think that something very strange had happened to him. Though they were leaner times. Perhaps some effect of malnutrition or for all I knew he was a slave to the demon drink, or just a teller of tall tales! Who was to know? I sat in the sun for a little longer and finished my drink before I went indoors to prepare the evening meal.

It was much later on when I was making ready to go to bed that I went into the kitchen and made to draw the blinds. As I did so I looked through the window and noticed the journal still outside on the garden table. Stupid me! Rain was forecast for the night, finally bringing to a close our two day summer. Unlocking the door I went out onto the patio to retrieve the book. As I walked across the garden the moon broke through the clouds and a thin ray of moonlight shone briefly across the journal and then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared as the moon was covered by clouds once more. How lovely! I picked the book up and remembered that I had not looked at the last page to see if the seeds were actually there or not.

I flicked through the pages and sure enough, tightly taped to the last page of the Journal were what looked like three very dried out seeds. Not unlike pressed flowers I had seen before. As I looked at them the clouds cleared once again and moonlight fell upon the pages of the Journal. As it did so the seeds seem to shine slightly, almost as if they were sparkling.

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