It was to be the last summer of his life but, of course, he didn't know it and neither did she. They knew his health was not good, but never suspected his life would be cut short so quickly. That Saturday they met two friends and drove to the Captree Cove for lunch. She packed his portable oxygen tank, just in case it would be needed. After a lunch of fresh seafood, they took a walk along the pier, enjoying the sight of fishing boats, pleasure boats and the rolling waters. As they stood at the railing gazing out over the picturesque scene, a large fluffy white feather floated downward from the heavens and landed on his right shoulder. It made a stark contrast against his red shirt. They laughed and their friends said he should be glad that the bird dropped only a feather on him and nothing else. Other thoughts raced through her mind. They never saw the bird flying overhead and she had an eerie feeling that the feather came from realms unknown. She picked the feather from his shoulder and put it in the pocket of her jeans. When she got home, she placed the feather in a seashell-covered box he had given her as a gift. He died unexpectedly a week later. She still keeps the feather in the box and smiles everytime she looks at it, remembering the beautiful summer day at Captree when the heavenly white feather came to rest on his shoulder. © Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com) December 2003. If you use my graphics, please add my button and a link to this website. http://www.geocities/writerswinter2004/ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Jockey Hollow Other Side Of The Barberry Cat Grins Miss January And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index