The Prophecy
The Prophecy is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Sakwa
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ISBN 978-1-7336172-2-2
To the greatest Highland clan, he is born
From a different time, first she must mourn
Two souls forever joined, still so far apart
Yet the reason is clear, she mends his broken heart
A great storm will rage, the eve of his thirty-third year
On her twenty-eighth, when the path is then clear
Once they touch ’tis forever, their bond is the key
Once together, they shall remain…for infinity
April 25, 2016
“You’re what?”
Gwendolyn Reynolds could only stare at her superior. She’d told him three times already. Three. And of the many qualities she possessed, patience with people who refused to see exactly what was in front of them wasn’t one of them.
What didn’t the man understand?
“I’m leaving, Frank. Surely you know the meaning…the act of removing oneself, the—”
“Don’t get smart with me, Gwendolyn,” Frank Sutter returned through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, Frank. I know this comes as a surprise, and I understand your unhappiness with my decision, but I’ve made up my mind.” Gwen kept her voice calm and steady, contrite for the moment, as she tried a different approach.
She smoothed her hands across the tabletop in front of her, then fingered the silver bracelet adorning her wrist. A touch for courage. Her white blouse was tucked perfectly into charcoal trousers, her legs beneath the table, crossed. Her foot, encased in a sinfully expensive black pump, rested on the floor and tapped uncontrollably. It was the only gesture that belied her steadfast composure.
“You have a responsibility, Gwen, not to mention a contract,” Frank continued, red-faced and angrier than before.
The man looked like he would have a coronary at any second. Gwen’s eyes narrowed slightly. Was it possible he was having one now? Would it be her fault if he did?
Gwen had called Frank last night. Late last night. It had taken her two weeks to build up her nerve and another twelve hours to dial his number. She knew now she shouldn’t have told him of her decision over the phone, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Another quality she possessed: honesty. Unfortunately, to a fault. She’d expected a fight from Frank. And she knew that was the reason she’d waited. Now that her mind was made up, however, she couldn’t be swayed.