Why had
Sabrina suddenly begun to dream about Gordon Challinor? She hadn’t seen him
since primary school. They’d been made to sit boy next to girl and they’d been
put together. He’d been her first childhood crush aged seven with his bouncy
dark hair and mischievous brown eyes. They’d flirted in a childish manner; he’d
pinch her ruler and flick paper at her from the end of it and laugh when it hit
her in the face. She’d slap him playfully and share his laughter. Kiss chase
played in the playground was always a game to be looked forward to. She never
ran too fast away from him, knowing he’d catch her up easily with the longed
for kiss.
They’d lost
touch when they’d gone to secondary school. He’d been cleverer than her and
gone to the grammar school; she’d failed the eleven plus exam and gone to the
local comprehensive. Their homes were a distance apart which was why they’d
never seen each other around. Even during teenage night life their paths hadn’t
crossed in discos, she’d almost forgotten him – but not quite. Occasionally he
had come into her thoughts throughout life. Was he married? Had they had children?
Boys or girls? She’d been blessed with a son and a daughter, now both with
families of their own and here she was, widowed and having reached the age of seventy
five.
Why was it
Gordon not her late husband who was haunting her dreams? She missed Derek, of
course she did, but she’d never felt they’d been soul mates. They’d got on well
enough but hadn’t shared the same interests or been on the same wavelength. She’d
accepted his death two years earlier and had grieved for him but hadn’t felt
heartbroken. In fact she’d felt guilty for enjoying her own space. Now it was
Gordon’s face that kept appearing to her.
The dreams
were vague, hazy. His face was never clear but she knew it was him, even in the
dreams where he appeared as a man, as she’d never seen him and could only ever
wonder. Sometimes they spoke in the dreams, sometimes not. One in particular
stuck in her mind. He'd walked her back to work at lunchtime. She’d leaned up
and kissed him.
‘Love you,’
she’d said, then gasped realising that they hadn’t mentioned the ‘L’ word. She’d
waffled. ‘Well I don’t. Well I do, kind of, you know what I mean.’
He’d
laughed. ‘Yes I know what you mean. Love you too, kind of.’
That had
been the snapshot of the dream but the feeling had lingered in her being
throughout the next day, suffusing her soul with an apricot glow.
“Where have
you come from Gordon Challinor?” she asked the empty room.
The thought
nudged at her consciousness to contact her psychic medium, see what she had to
say about it.
~
“Who is
Gordon in spirit?” was the first thing Claudia asked.
Sabrina was
aghast! She’d told her nothing.
“He was in
my class at primary school but lately I’ve been dreaming about him – almost every
night.”
“He’s your
twin flame, your mirror soul. He’s only recently passed.” She paused as if
listening. “He has a message for you. He says meet me at the Pearly Gates.”
