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The Spirit of Christmas 1940
Rose was singing along cheerfully to the carols when she
noticed William sitting on the bench by Platform 1 again. She
picked up a white rose from her stall and walked over to him.
“Good morning William, waiting for somebody?” she said with a
naughty smile.
“No, not at the moment, I’m just sitting here thinking. I wanted
to say thank you for speaking to me the other day. You’re the first
person who had spoken to me since... well, a long time.”
Rose looked puzzled. “How long? I mean, I’m not even sure
where you’re from.”
“I’m not sure, I’ve been trying to work it out but still nothing is
making sense to me. I think I have an idea but it’s impossible. I
mean really impossible. Maybe it’s best that we don’t know for
the time being. It’s scaring the hell out of me to face up what I’m
thinking but.. ah, forget it. It’ll work itself out.”
“Ok, you take your time. Anyway I’ve got a present for you.”
She placed the rose into a lapel hole on his jacket “There you, go.”
William looked surprised, “What’s that for?”
“Oh, just to cheer you up a bit. It looks like you could do with
it. “
“Rose, can I ask you something weird? What do you think
happens when somebody dies? Do you believe in Heaven and hell
or do you think we go on to another life?
The question startled Rose. In a moment a bizarre thought
crossed her mind but was very quickly dismissed as madness.
“I don’t know really, My dad raised me to believe in the Bible as
a Christian but I suppose I’m like everyone else, Wondering what
the truth is. I suppose it’s something that we will only know when
the time comes. Why do you ask”
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