Premonition: Jennie's Gifts

By Lynn Thomas

Fiction. Jennie was born a medium. Since her earliest childhood memories, she could see ghosts. And she "knew" things she'd never imagine on her own... some things she didn't even want to know. But her psychic abilities, collectively referred to as Jennie's Gifts, troubled her mother, who wanted her daughter to live a "normal" life. So as a young girl she decided to ignore the spirit world, and before long she was no longer communicating with it at all.

Now, years later, with grown children of her own, Jennie's Gifts are but a distant memory. All of it long forgotten. All of it, except for one premonition she fears will still come true... 

Note: also titled as "The Sight"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lynn Thomas
• Release date: Apr 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781386545668

Lynn Thomas

Lynn Thomas discovered her joy for writing in childhood. When she's not writing, she's reading fiction and nonfiction, and contemplating metaphysics and the esoteric. She lives in Florida with her husband, and loves her family, going to the beach, playing golf, and eating chocolate (not necessarily in that order).  And her passion is creating inspirational entertainment for her readers.

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Jennie’s Gifts

Fiction Series Prequel

LYNN THOMAS

2019

SUMMARY

Fiction. Jennie was born a medium. Since her earliest childhood memories, she could see ghosts. And she knew things she’d never imagine on her own... some things she didn’t even want to know. But her psychic abilities, collectively referred to as Jennie’s Gifts, troubled her mother, who wanted her daughter to live a normal life. So as a young girl she decided to ignore the spirit world, and before long she was no longer communicating with it at all.

Now, years later, with grown children of her own, Jennie’s Gifts are but a distant memory. All of it long forgotten. All of it, except for one premonition she fears will still come true...

COPYRIGHT

Premonition: Jennie’s Gifts Series Prequel. Also titled in 2018 as The Sight

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All trademarks and brand names used in this book are the property of their respective owners.

Copyright ©2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019 Lynn Seeley Thomas

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DEDICATION

In loving memory of my mother, Dottie-Dee ♡

CHAPTER 1

August

THE OVERSTUFFED CRAB sandwich looked delicious. My stomach growled in anticipation as I eagerly took my first bite. The crab tasted sweet; the tomato, crisp; the sauce, tangy; and the bread, dense and nutty. I closed my eyes to savor it as I chewed.

We need to talk. I have something to tell you, my mother said.

Her tone sounded ominous. My stomach flipped. Why had she waited till our food arrived to say that? I set the sandwich on the plate and took a sip of iced tea. What do you want to tell me?

Mom burst into tears.

Alarmed, I patted her arm and asked, What’s wrong?

She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin, then folded it, smoothing each crease with her palm.

I stared at my sandwich. My stomach rumbled as I waited for her to speak.

Your father spoke to me last night in a dream, and when I woke up this morning I remembered what he said.

Oh? What did he say?

That I’d be joining him soon.

My father passed away years ago, but this is the first time she’d ever said she spoke with him, in a dream or otherwise. Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you sick?

She twisted the napkin. Well, I have angina.

But you’ve had that for years.

She shrugged and tossed the napkin to the table. If it’s my time to go, so be it, she said, a sob catching in her throat. I'd just as soon pass away before I become a burden to you. But I’ll miss you, Jennie, she said. Her eyes filled with fresh tears.

Please don’t talk like that. It was just a dream.

You think so?

Yes, don’t worry about it, I said, trying to comfort her.

Despite my mother's disbelief in an afterlife, I always believed there was one. There had to be more to us than our skin and bones.

My appetite ruined, we sat in silence. I sipped my iced tea while I studied her. She did look frailer, a bit older today. Was she getting enough sleep? Did her medication need tweaking? Should I take her to see her doctor?

As I debated what to do, two pelicans swooped past our table, startling us as they flew toward the far side of the dock, landing on the water below the open kitchen door.

Mom laughed at their antics. And look at those birds over there, she said as she pointed at the gulls and other seabirds roosted on the stern of two fishing boats arriving at O’Malley’s Marina. The birds bickered as they fought for scraps from the anglers cleaning freshly caught fish. Looks like the birds also know that O’Malley’s is a good place to eat, she said.

The drawbridge clanged, bringing our attention back toward the waterway. A sailing yacht was maneuvering toward us through the channel. I turned back to my plate and took a bite of my sandwich.

Will you look at that! Mom said. I turned to see what the fuss was about, and saw what she and the other patrons were gaping at. Standing at the helm was a topless bronzed goddess dressed only in her bikini thong. As she passed the docks she smiled and waved, drawing shouts and whistles from the people at both the restaurant and the marina.

Mom laughed. You never know what you’ll see coming along that waterway. It’s one of the reasons I love it here so much.

The here my mother referred to was both this waterside eatery, and this area of Central Florida that’d been our home the last three decades. It had always been my mother’s dream to move to New Smyrna Beach, and we did so right after I graduated high school. And it was at the beach that I met a handsome, tanned and toned surfer named Ben Malone.

Earth to Jennie, what have you been thinking about? Mom said.

Oh, nothing important, I said.

Well, I’ve been thinking about time, and how when I was a child, I had all the time in the world. My future stretched way out ahead of me. And as a young mother, I didn't see myself advancing in years as I watched you age.

I know what you mean; I still think of myself as in my thirties, not forty-three.

Yes, isn't time fleeting? When I turned forty, I still thought I had plenty of time, she said. Then I turned fifty, sixty, and seventy... She sighed. Most of my years are behind me now, and time has become a luxury.

How should I respond to that?

But I’ve had a good life, and I can stop fearing death ever since your father assured me there is life beyond this one. And he said he’d greet me when I get there. She smiled, then sighed and lowered her