Interconnection

By J.A.G. Whyte

Tales to provoke your faith is there a force that is beyond our control or is it our outer self that
Seeks to connect within the realms of love and hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jan 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781479767441

J.A.G. Whyte

The first publication from new author J Whyte. Born in Perth WA, educated and resided in South Australia. Recently retired from a career including Librarian, Secretary, Cook, Publican and Horse Trainer. Simply a Traveller through Time. “So many stories in my head to share.”

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Copyright © 2014 by J.A.G. Whyte. 502063-WHYT

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4797-6743-4

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Prelude

The Telephone Company

Ashes To Ashes

Choices

The Working Holiday

Grief

When I am

Death is not

When Death is

I am Not

Epicurus 241BC – 270BC

Prelude

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That day branches were torn away and crashed to the ground, smothering the leaves trying to escape the torrents of rain and wind. The bluster of autumn winds grew to a pre-winter storm.

Nightfall. Lights red and white shining and flickering amid sheets of silver wetness, as vehicles steadied their way through the premature darkness. The wind unrelenting,

I flicked the demister on as the wipers clunked and swished, slowing to a safer speed, hoping all around me would too be mindful of the danger. I thought momentarily of pulling over and sitting out the storm. Behind and in front, cars too close – just keep going – keep watchful.

A siren, then another, rushing past, blurs of light and sound. Screeching wheels. Oh God, please let no-one be hurt.

The road closed off, flashing lights, traffic at a stand-still. The rain and darkness all blending in shining flakes and streaks. We wait.

Slowly we are beckoned to move forward, white plastic men in fluorescent orange, guiding our way with torches. We can see their grim faces, lit momentarily by their torchlight as we pass, slowly, silently, even though the wind is still howling and the rain beats its incessant rhythm.

We glimpse the horror of the mangled cars and the gnarled broken trees, white figures desperately trying to cover bodies and tend the injured. As we pass slowly, fleeting thoughts of sympathy and grief for those who have lost their lives, hope for the injured, then relief – it isn’t us.

Its not our turn tonight.

Home feels so good, the coffee tastes better, the lounge more comfortable, the weather has calmed and we feel so safe.

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The Telephone Company

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‘For it was not into my ear you whispered

But into my heart

It was not my lips you kissed

But My Soul’

Judy Garland

1922 – 1969

Hello ma’am, how has your day been today?

Fine, thank-you.

"May I have a minute of your time?

Well, sorry, I am busy.

"I am representing Infinity Insurance – a division of your telephone service provider The Ultimate Phone Company – you won’t regret this