It was half past ten at night and janice was alone in the house, waiting for her husband to come hom. it was raining heavily outside and the wind was blowing. she was t.v when the doorbel rang. " james has lost his keys again" she toought as she opened the door. james looked it gasped. she was wearing a long white drees under her coat, and she was holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Excuse me" the young woman said sweetly. wolud you call a taxi? oh yes janice said. she went to the telephone and she called the local service taxi and returned to the front door. the young man wasnt there but her flowers were luing on the doormat.
janice clouldnt see anywhere so she picked up the flowers and she canceled the service taxi.
she sat down on the stairs, puzzled by the young woman.
james got home half an hour later, she was still sitting on the stairs with the flowers on her lap. what is the problem? he asked. you look as if you seen a ghost.
Perhaps i have. she said jokingly. she showed james the flowers, and told him about the strange woman. james laughed, then went upstairs to change his clothes. as he was going past the guest room, he heard the sound of a clock ticking. it sound like the clock my grandparentshad when i was child, james thought but taht stooped working 20 years ago.
He went into the room and turned on the light and he saw his grandparents clock. it was ticking loudly and it showed the correct time.
then james looked an old photograph next to the door it was a picture of a young couple on their weeding day, whit 15th april 1910.
I know who the young man was, he said. showing janice the photograph, the bride was wearing the same white drees as the young woman and the flowers she was holding in the photograph just like janice had. my grandmother died before i met you didint she? james said. well thats her in the potograph and today is 15th april. it her weeding anniversary.
"Excuse me" the young woman said sweetly. wolud you call a taxi? oh yes janice said. she went to the telephone and she called the local service taxi and returned to the front door. the young man wasnt there but her flowers were luing on the doormat.
janice clouldnt see anywhere so she picked up the flowers and she canceled the service taxi.
she sat down on the stairs, puzzled by the young woman.
james got home half an hour later, she was still sitting on the stairs with the flowers on her lap. what is the problem? he asked. you look as if you seen a ghost.
Perhaps i have. she said jokingly. she showed james the flowers, and told him about the strange woman. james laughed, then went upstairs to change his clothes. as he was going past the guest room, he heard the sound of a clock ticking. it sound like the clock my grandparentshad when i was child, james thought but taht stooped working 20 years ago.
He went into the room and turned on the light and he saw his grandparents clock. it was ticking loudly and it showed the correct time.
then james looked an old photograph next to the door it was a picture of a young couple on their weeding day, whit 15th april 1910.
I know who the young man was, he said. showing janice the photograph, the bride was wearing the same white drees as the young woman and the flowers she was holding in the photograph just like janice had. my grandmother died before i met you didint she? james said. well thats her in the potograph and today is 15th april. it her weeding anniversary.
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