Sixth Sense

Things are not always as they seem

Sixth sense. Intuition. Call it what you will.

Things are not always as they seem.

Most people who know me would say I’m an intuitive person. Particularly for a man. I possess an innate gut instinct. I trust it, too. Often making decisions on the fly because of my sixth sense.

Of course, many don’t believe in such things because, like faith, it doesn’t involve science. Don’t get me wrong, I love me a bit of science. But I am also equipped with a brain that is switched on enough to compute that:

not everything we may come across in life will be tangible.

However, even those close to me remain skeptical regarding my otherworldly ability.

I expect you are wondering what’s it like to be blessed with this gift? Well, generally it works to my advantage. Knowing has often made me wary of people who turn out to be shallow or fake. And then of course there are those days when I simply am certain which way to drive into town, to avoid the traffic. That kind of thing.

Take last week for instance. As I left the house for the supermarket, I had a strong feeling that choosing the shortcut, as normal, could change my fate completely. So naturally, I drove the faster, yet longer way round — on the dual carriageway. Content that I had the foresight to trust my instinct once more…

Now, taking a moment to assess my life. I can clearly understand how taking the shortcut would indeed have changed my destiny. After all, choice is paramount.

The bleep-bleep of a mobile phone interrupts my thoughts as the person I love most in the world concentrates on writing and sending a text. I very much respect my partner’s privacy but noticing her eyes brimming over with tears I think my indiscretion will be forgiven — this time. Discreetly, I take a peep over her shoulder and quickly read her message…

“Hey Sis, I have something dreadful to tell you. My darling James was killed. It happened last week. A pile up on the dual carriage way in town. I’m heart broken. Can’t think straight. It’s not even his normal route... I wish you all didn’t live so far away. Call me when you can — love Liz.”

My darling Liz leans back and sighs as the tears finally escape and cascade down her face. I reach out to comfort her, but she simply buttons up her cardigan.

After all, for most people, seeing is believing. To her, I’m not real anymore.

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