Story Submitted by Don Fraser
I was watching television in my living room when the telephone rang. When I said hello, an elderly
ladies voice asked, is Blanch available? I answered Blanch was my mother and she died three years ago.
Oh dear! the voice said. I so wanted to tell her this about her son. Click and all I could hear was a dial tone.
I dialed star 69 and they gave me the number of whoever phoned, I pressed one and I was connected. Mason Almagamated how may I direct your call? I explained the circumstances to the lady that answered, She told me that all long distant calls must go through her. And none had been placed that morning. I thanked her and hung up. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. I thought about the call over an hour, and then I remembered I had some things of my mothers in the attic. I went up the dark stairs, damn I cussed as I tripped in the dark, some day I'm going to put a light at the top of these dam stairs. I reached the attic and directly in front of me was my mothers things.
I don't know what possesed me but I started rumaging through her keepsakes, I saw an old box that looked like it had some letters in it, And sitting on top was a letter addressed to me.
My mother fancied herself a fortune teller, as long as I can remember she told fortunes with playing cards, She never told mine, and when I would ask her why, she would always say you don't want to know the future and I'd let it go at that.With trembling fingers I opened the letter that was addressed to me, it read, Dear Son, I am writing this letter to you with tears in my eyes, within three years from this date you are going to have a devastating stroke you won't have the life that you live now, you won't die but you will be paralized for the rest of your life. I knew this terrible thing would happen to you, it saddened me to much to read your cards. Love Mom.
With tears in my eyes I started for the stairs. I fell to the floor and coudn't get up. I crawled to the top of the stars and slithered down. My wife found me at the bottom of the stairs and called an ambulance.
The doctor said I had a stroke, and I would be paralized for the rest of my life. Thank you mom for not telling me during your life. and thank you for trying to warn me. I can only thank God for allowing me to raise my children before this dreadful thing happened to me.
