This week Michael sets us a task to compose a tale in which the term/word ‘visit’ features.
They came to her in dreams, visitors in slumber but not sinister or threatening.
Neither were they lost spirits, just separated souls with a message for one that remained.
Unafraid and accepting, she seemed to attract them like moths to a flame, but with no searing consequence.
Only one transmission per entity from the Other Side, a visit through a portal of time and space that only worked one way.
She never uttered a word in response, just listened to what was said, and when it was done, continued to dream until morning.
No-one questioned or tested her. There was always something said only the departed and receiver knew, something trivial or vital, she never knew which or what, as she was purely a vessel for communication.
It was her gift, and one she shared gladly, picking her moment when the selected recipient was alone and quietly passing the message on. In doing so, she saw the peace her words from beyond the grave brought and smiled. They could rest now.