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BY CHANCE (2014)










Tara’s gut knots.  She ponders the man’s startled expression and his quick retreat in the opposite direction. “Hmmm . . . Odd,” she mumbles. Gripping chills presage something malevolent. The last time she had chills like this was on the night of Daniel Alcott’s death. Hours before the accident, she felt something horrible was about to happen, sending chills through her body. And seconds before the fatal accident, a formidable chill ran down her spine.

All the women on her mother’s side of the family possess the gift of foresight. But she’s reluctant to call it a gift when it feels like a curse. Tara’s insight has always caused her unease, and she seldom shares her forebodings. Knowing something bad is to happen, but not knowing how, when, or where is frustrating. The dilemma is to alert someone and risk ridicule, or keep silent and endure guilt if they’re harmed. A double-edged sword Tara has yet to reconcile.


Again, glancing at the front gate, she wonders why the man walked away so quickly.  Maybe it’s nothing. But in her mind, an alarm sounds. If I'd only warned Laura that fatal day, maybe Daniel would still be alive. Is my intuition trying to warn me again?






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