Deena had just nestled herself in front of the fireplace with a good book when she heard the knock at the door. Who in the world would be out in a storm like this she wondered. Deena looked through the peep-hole in the door to see a tiny old man standing there.
Opening the door a crack, Deena looked at the man. "Can I help you?" she asked. The old man nodded "I have a message for you" Deena thought about letting the old man in, but she was all alone. "What is the message?" she asked shielding her eyes from the driving wind and snow.
"In about two hours, the an avalanche will come down and bury your house and you with it if you stay" Deena stared at the man. He didn't look drunk or crazy and there was something oddly familiar about him. "How do you know this?" she asked him. "It does not matter how I know, what matters is that you listen."
Deena began to shut the door, but hesitated. What if this strange man knew something that she didn't? Deena held open the door and asked the man to come in.
"Would you like some coffee Mr. ?" Deena asked "Baker the man supplied "George Baker" and yes coffee would be good" Deena handed the man a mug of coffee. For a moment, Mr. Baker stared at the fire. |" I met your mother once" he said, "she was just a little girl at the time, but still you look much like her"
Deena felt a chill go up her spine. "Who are you anyway? she demanded of the man. Mr. Baker pointed at her closet. "There is an old photograph of me in there" Deena rummaged through the closet until she found her photo albums. After rapidly flipping through the pages Deena focused on one particular picture. In the black and white photo, George Baker posed with a group of other men next to a felled Douglas Fir.
"Your Great-Grandfather and I were good friends. In fact, he saved my life one time and that is why I am here" Baker said. Deena shook her head. "This can't be possible" she said to herself.
Baker put his coffee cup on the kitchen table. "I have delivered my message and now I must be going" Deena rushed over to the old man and grabbed his arm. "Wait, I don't know what to do" she told him. George Baker patted her hand. "You know what to do" and then he opened the door and disappeared into the storm.
One hour later, Deena was safely inside a motel room in Enumclaw when word of the avalanche came on the news.
Opening the door a crack, Deena looked at the man. "Can I help you?" she asked. The old man nodded "I have a message for you" Deena thought about letting the old man in, but she was all alone. "What is the message?" she asked shielding her eyes from the driving wind and snow.
"In about two hours, the an avalanche will come down and bury your house and you with it if you stay" Deena stared at the man. He didn't look drunk or crazy and there was something oddly familiar about him. "How do you know this?" she asked him. "It does not matter how I know, what matters is that you listen."
Deena began to shut the door, but hesitated. What if this strange man knew something that she didn't? Deena held open the door and asked the man to come in.
"Would you like some coffee Mr. ?" Deena asked "Baker the man supplied "George Baker" and yes coffee would be good" Deena handed the man a mug of coffee. For a moment, Mr. Baker stared at the fire. |" I met your mother once" he said, "she was just a little girl at the time, but still you look much like her"
Deena felt a chill go up her spine. "Who are you anyway? she demanded of the man. Mr. Baker pointed at her closet. "There is an old photograph of me in there" Deena rummaged through the closet until she found her photo albums. After rapidly flipping through the pages Deena focused on one particular picture. In the black and white photo, George Baker posed with a group of other men next to a felled Douglas Fir.
"Your Great-Grandfather and I were good friends. In fact, he saved my life one time and that is why I am here" Baker said. Deena shook her head. "This can't be possible" she said to herself.
Baker put his coffee cup on the kitchen table. "I have delivered my message and now I must be going" Deena rushed over to the old man and grabbed his arm. "Wait, I don't know what to do" she told him. George Baker patted her hand. "You know what to do" and then he opened the door and disappeared into the storm.
One hour later, Deena was safely inside a motel room in Enumclaw when word of the avalanche came on the news.
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