1. The Last Flight. Chapter 20


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    squeezed the trigger, I saw his head explode!” “Were you holding the gun to your shoulder when you shot him?” I was excited now. “No, I was holding it loosely, at waist height, pointing it at him.” “Dad, you didn't shoot him!” I was almost shouting now, “If you fired that gun without holding it properly, the chance of hitting him in the head was slim and even if you had, the impact would have caused his brains to exit the back of his head, not the side! Quite apart from you not being able to keep hold of the thing once it went off!” “Yes but...” “But nothing, Dad,” I stopped him, “The more likely explanation is that he was so full of himself, so sure that you would not shoot him that he moved in front of the window, in plain view of a sniper!” He stood there, frowning, trying to remember every little detail and then, as though a bright light had just been turned on and everything became clear, he looked at me. “Karen, you're a genius!” he blurted out, “You are right, I can't remember the rifle kicking back at ...
    all, I just dropped it, in shock...” He turned to Françoise who was grinning widely. “For seven years I believed I was a murderer, that I had killed a man just because he taunted me. I had to live with that on my conscience.” As he spoke I got off the bed and hobbled to him, throwing my arms around his waist and there we stood, silently. I could hear voices in my head, a conversation that seemed so long ago: “ Do you believe in fate, Karen?” “ No, not really.” I answered, “Why?” “ Because I do.” he replied. “I believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason. Those reasons are not always obvious at the time but later, when you think back maybe you will see there is a purpose that has put you here now.” I smiled to myself and turned to Françoise. “When you next see Doctor Harlow would you give him a message please?” “Yes, of course,” she replied, a look of curiosity on her face, “What is it?” “Just tell him that I believe.” “You believe,” she frowned, “Believe in what?” “Oh, he will know.” To be continued...
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