The VA Office, RAF Alconbury
“Hi, Marissa, I have an appointment tomorrow for my VA disability claim.”
“Yes. It’s at eleven thirty a.m. How can I help you, Mr. Thompson?”
Clay leaned slightly over the counter.
“Yeah, about that appointment. You can cancel it.”
“But Mr. Thompson, that will have a negative impact on your claim.”
“Marissa, I know this may sound strange, but I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m more than okay with it. Just cancel it. My medical record will have to stand on its own merit. I’m forgoing the physical. Thank you for all the hard work you’ve done getting me to this point, but this is where I have to jump off. You’ve been the consummate professional.”
Clay checked his watch. “Take care, Marissa. I’ve got to the catch the next train to Kings Cross.”
New Paradigm Publishers, London
Clay’s entrance into the building drew the attention of security. He called Emily from his cell phone in the lobby.
“Emily, this is Clay. I really need to speak with you. It’s urgent.”
“Okay, Clay. I’ll be right down. Just give me a wee second.”
Clay waited patiently for Emily. He stood upon seeing her exit the elevator.
Emily greeted Clay with the obligatory double air-kiss and sat opposite him.
“Okay, this better be good. What’s up?”
Clay retrieved a manila folder from his briefcase and handed it to Emily.
Emily gave Clay a sly look. She removed her glasses and retrieved Clay’s manuscript. She read intently.
After reading the synopsis and the first three chapters, she collapsed the folder.
“Clay, come with me to my office, quickly. Do you have a title for the story yet?”
“I was going to call it LUCID Nightmare.”
Two weeks later
Clay phoned for a taxi. It arrived promptly in less than ten minutes.
“Where to, sir?” asked the driver.
Clay strapped himself in and immediately recognized the driver. “I’m headed to the Halifax bank. I have to make a much-needed deposit.”
Clay was happy and felt blessed to have a familiar face pick him up.
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” Clay asked.
“Sorry, I pick up so many people. Have I picked you up before?”
Clay beamed, looking out the window. “Yes.”
The cab stopped in front of the local Sainsbury supermarket, a short distance from the bank.
“That will be nine pound forty, please.”
Clay handed the driver a fifty-pound note.
“I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t carry that much change. You will have to go inside and change it.”
Clay stood outside the cab and shut the door. “No, you keep it. You deserve it,” Clay insisted.
The driver was pleasantly surprised. “For what? It was a short trip.”
Clay poked his head into the car.
“This is gonna sound strange to you, but we met at another place, in another time,” Clay sighed.
“We had a brief conversation. Those powerful words you spoke, I’ll remember until the day I die.”
Clay shook the driver’s hand and walked away, feeling redeemed.
“What did I say?” the driver shouted.
Clay turned around.
“He will never fail you!” he shouted at the top of his lungs
The author on Huntingdon Radio Station HCR discussing paranormal experiences in his latest book.
Author’s Corner
This story was inspired by personal experiences from March to November 2016. This book is not intended to glamorize the paranormal; it was written to offer my personal opinion about the impact and perhaps purpose of dreams.
My other titles include: Flagrant Misconduct, My Name is Elijah, The Mogadishu Diaries, Insider Threat, The Seduction of Monet Dawson, The Crossover (a Number One best seller in the UK) and The Syndicate: Operation Valiant Exodus.
New Paradigm Publishing. All rights reserved. 2017
https://www.new-paradigm-publishers.org
Thanks to all who inspired me and contributed to this story. Tony Bailey, Bryant Culp, Terry Hogan, Sally Noble, Maria Holland, Tara Johns, Mona Lee, K. Victoria Chase and The VA staff at RAF Alconbury.
Above all. I give thanks to The Lord Jesus Christ who has never failed me.
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