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The Threshold .. continued


The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
She knelt at the threshold and kissed its dust. Her parting glance was blurred by silent tears. Then she stepped across. Into the twilight of 14th August, 1947.

A Tryst with Destiny was being made.


The patrol herded her to the jeep. And all that time, her eyes searched the crowds - for Shera. He should have been here. Shera! Her soul cried out. Sheeeeeraaaaa ......
The jeep stirred.


This is in continuation of the submission made on 7th September, 2012, for Trifextra : Week Thirty-Two
The text in green is the earlier entry.

Linked with Trifextra : week Thirty-Five
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  1. dontpanic2011September 28, 2012 at 11:09 PM

    Interesting story you're creating here. I'd like to know more.

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  2. AnnabelleSeptember 29, 2012 at 7:08 AM

    Interesting! I missed this one the first time around, but in combination, this sounds like the beginning of quite a story.

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  3. lumdog2012September 29, 2012 at 10:18 AM

    This is a great continuation of what will be a fascinating story. I wonder where they are taking her.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 29, 2012 at 11:59 AM

      Wait and you shall know. Thank you Lumdog, I remember that you wanted me to expand this one and today I had the chance.

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2012 at 12:15 PM

    You took this from thoughts to action flawlessly, and yes we want more! Great job!

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  5. GinaSeptember 29, 2012 at 2:01 PM

    It speaks to me as time traveling excitement. Great addition to the first 33, Ruby!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 29, 2012 at 8:32 PM

      Thank you Gina, it will a little time travelling but not in the literal sense.

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  6. TMWHickmanSeptember 29, 2012 at 2:28 PM

    Awww! To go so far only to not have the person be there, that is so frustrating. I wonder what happened? Write some more, please!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 29, 2012 at 8:34 PM

      And that is so incapacitating. I will try and expand the story further when I get the chance. Thank you Hickman.

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  7. Kenya G. JohnsonSeptember 29, 2012 at 3:37 PM

    Wow my dreams tonight are going to be infused with all these story lines that left me hanging. Oh my!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 29, 2012 at 8:35 PM

      Thank you Kenya. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your visit and your kind words.

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  8. Tara R.September 30, 2012 at 11:14 AM

    An intriguing beginning. I'd like to read more too.

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  9. StephSeptember 30, 2012 at 2:26 PM

    Intriguing mystery. It has me guessing. Nice.

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