CHAPTER 2

Incubation?
Part 9.


Parents day had arrived for the second time in 1973. The children were excited. They were going to show all the work they had done at school to their parents.


Bernadette smiled as the children of her home class busied themselves, Getting their books to look beautiful, sticking their artwork against the wall. The Buzz of excitement was electrifying.
Pierre was sitting alone at his desk, busy with crayons an paper, This created an illusion that he was busy with the same things his classmates were.


It wasn’t until Pierre came to Bernadette’s desk to ask her how to spell the word ‘parachute’ that Bernadette realized there was something amiss with Pierre. Getting up slowly after Pierre had returned to his desk and was busy again, Bernadette decided to investigate what Pierre was up to.
Looking over Pierre’s shoulder, Bernadette saw that in very good detail, Pierre had drawn an coloured in a picture of a man with a parachute, she could see what resembled the aircraft the man had jumped out if. As she leant further over she could see that Pierre has written “ Dear mommy don’t worry God will give Tiny a parachute like the man who falls out of the ….”


Pierre looked up to see if Bernadette was at her desk, seeing that she was not there he looked around the busy class and realized that Bernadette was standing right behind him, “Sister Bernie, how do I spell ‘airplane’ please?”


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Sensible and at the same time so handsome of Bernadette, not to let her emotions shine through.
I am beginning to notice that there is something else in the story as if everything in itself is a complete message, I know that you have written this whole story with a lot of inspiration from things, you have an excellent ability to analyze and write friend
A very sad story with an illusion broken by an unfulfilled promise is a good publication made with a lot of mixed feelings
Your story is very good despite the things that have happened are experience I would say I congratulate you good written thanks.
@fanny Thank you very much fanny.
wow friend you write very well I like how you are doing with this story you can see that you are full of inspiration with the pen in your hand
@luis15 Thank you Luis, I'm glad you liked it.
Then I can speak of luck, because of the many accidents that crossed my life path, my Guardian Angel has always been my savior.
@Marc De Bisschop Marc, in a rockfall underground due to seismic action I fell from a height of 39 meters, this with rocks falling with me. All that went through my mind on the way down was, "Father God, it is good knowing you!" I although badly injured... Show more
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That's an awful terrible accident. To stick with Pierre's imagination I'm afraid in this case the parachute isn't needed any more.
@Dewaputra Dewie, how many times has God given us a parachute in life, yet once we have safely landed we think it has been a coincidence and have not learnt from it?
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excellent story I like your ingenuity to write and how you intertwine the chapters to give important characteristics to your story
@Maria Thank you Maria, as with most stories there are slow parts and fast parts, such is life.
Wonderful, I love the cover of the beginning you have a great love for the animal itself, Well with them you have been able to write even a story
I have a lot of questions to ask, that is, I read your stories, and how long does it take you to write each one? where did you get the inspiration to make the story?
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It is seen that the story is going very well, of course problems and fights always happen, but they leave at the end a lesson or warning
@Freli Freli, there is a greater lesson in the story as a whole. When you see it, you will know. I am glad that you are following, and seeing the small things beyond the story.
The beginning was very nice but it became somewhat abrupt and interesting and I want to read the next part of this story
@LCMA Thank you, the next part should be ready on the weekend. I write a little each day.