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Grace remembered an explosion a flash of light then darkness. The darkness never went. She knew she was awake by the sound of voices and people passing by. She called out. Some one came to her and took her hand. It's all right you are in hospital the soft voice said. Hospital? Why am I in Hospital? Your house was hit in the bombing the other day the voice said. She stared where the voice came from. Why can't I see? The doctors are not sure but it maybe just temporary blindness the voice replied. Grace felt down her side. I can't feel my legs? The voice hesitated. They had to be amputated. A shock ran through her head. She tried to sit up but she couldn't. Both legs? The voice was soft in reply. Yes they were a mess crushed and trapped. She couldn't take it in. What about my maid she was in the house? She was killed I am sorry to say the voice replied. Grace stared into blackness. The sounds about her seemed far away. We will do all we can for you. I wish I'd died she murmured then turning away she cried.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Grace Remembered 1940
Grace remembered an explosion a flash of light then darkness. The darkness never went. She knew she was awake by the sound of voices and people passing by. She called out. Some one came to her and took her hand. It's all right you are in hospital the soft voice said. Hospital? Why am I in Hospital? Your house was hit in the bombing the other day the voice said. She stared where the voice came from. Why can't I see? The doctors are not sure but it maybe just temporary blindness the voice replied. Grace felt down her side. I can't feel my legs? The voice hesitated. They had to be amputated. A shock ran through her head. She tried to sit up but she couldn't. Both legs? The voice was soft in reply. Yes they were a mess crushed and trapped. She couldn't take it in. What about my maid she was in the house? She was killed I am sorry to say the voice replied. Grace stared into blackness. The sounds about her seemed far away. We will do all we can for you. I wish I'd died she murmured then turning away she cried.
TerryCollett
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
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