Megan's Father Falls Ill E-Book

Owen Jones

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 83

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Megan is a thirteen-year-old teenage girl, who realises that she has psychic powers that others do not have. At first, she tried to talk to her mother about them, but with disastrous consequences, so she learned to keep quiet about them.

However, some people do offer to help and an animal showed a special friendship, but they were not 'alive' in the normal sense of the word. They had passed on.

Megan has three such friends: Wacinhinsha, her Spirit Guide, who had been Sioux in his last life on Earth; her maternal grandfather, Gramps and a huge Siberian tiger called Grrr.

Wacinhinsha is extremely knowledgeable in all things spiritual, psychic and paranormal; her grandfather is a novice 'dead person' and Grrr can only speak Tiger, as one might imagine and most of that, of course is unintelligible to humans.

In 'Megan's Father Falls Ill', Megan is concerned about her father's health, because she has never seen him ill before, so she decides to try using her psychic powers to cure him. In the end, she uses a combination of her gifts and the Internet to discover ways to help him recover.

Wacinhinsha gives her a lecture on medicine and its application, especially from the Spiritualist point of view.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

MEGAN’S FATHER FALLS ILL

OWEN JONES

DEDICATION

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

1 MEGAN’S FATHER FEELS FUNNY

2 MEGAN’S FATHER STAYS HOME

3 MEGAN TRIES TO HELP

4 MEGAN’S FUTURE

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

THE DISALLOWED

Owen Jones

1 MR. LEE’S PREDICAMENT

MEGAN’S FATHER FALLS ILL

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger, and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © January 9th 2015 Owen Jones

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

By Owen Jones

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The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

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Other novelettes in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and the Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To the Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can. She does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

Believe not in anything simply because you have heard it,

Believe not in anything simply because it was spoken and rumoured by many,

Believe not in anything simply because it was found written in your religious texts,

Believe not in anything merely on the authority of teachers and elders,

Believe not in traditions because they have been handed down for generations,

But after observation and analysis, if anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, accept it and live up to it.

Gautama Buddha

––

Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me.

Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset.

May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

1 Megan’s Father Feels Funny

2 Megan’s Father Stays Home

3 Megan Tries To Help

4 Megan’s Future

5 Wacinhinsha

Glossary

The Disallowed: Chapter 1

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks are due to the artist who did the cover for me, Jackii. If you want her contact details, just let me know.

1 MEGAN’S FATHER FEELS FUNNY

Megan usually arrived home from school an hour and a half before her father got in from work, and it had been her habit for as long as she could remember to run downstairs to meet him at the front door. This day was no different in that regard, but she stopped at the foot of the stairs and watched him take his jacket off.

He had the look of someone who had just run his first marathon without ever doing any training for it. He looked as if he were worn out and in great pain.

“Whatever is the matter, Daddy?”

“Hello, darling? How are you? I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

She went to him and kissed him on the cheek as she always did.

“You look pale too, Daddy. Come in and sit down. Have a cup of tea. It might make you feel better.”

“I’m sure it will. Lead on, Mc Duff!”

She took his hand and led him up the narrow passageway to the living room door and opened it.

“Mam! Dad’s home and he’s looking worn out. Is there tea in the pot or shall I put some fresh?”

“Away with you, girl! You know I always make a fresh pot of tea for six when your father’s due! Go and pour us all a cup.”

“What’s the matter, love? Still not feeling quite right?”

“No. I can’t say that I feel any worse than yesterday, but I can’t say I feel any better either. It’s odd. I can feel fine for a few hours and then it’s just as if someone has thrown a switch or my batteries have run down, and I feel worn out. Perhaps, I’m coming down with the flu, or maybe it’s the change in the weather. It is a lot warmer and the summer will be here soon. That’s probably it… a lot of people suffer from the changes of the seasons, don’t they?”

“Yes, they say that they do, but you never have before.”

“No, that’s true… Maybe it’s because I’m getting old.”

“Perhaps, I’ll see if I can get you some sort of tonic tomorrow.”

Megan brought a tray in with tea and biscuits.

“There’s some cake in the tin, Megan, I baked it this morning.”

“Shall I bring it all in, or just three slices, Mam?”

“Do it properly. Put it on a doily on a cake dish and bring three tea plates and a cake slice.”

“Yes, Mam.”

“Are you really feeling as bad as you look, dear?”

“I look that bad, do I? I ache all over, I feel dog-tired and I’ve got a headache. It’s like the flu, but worse.”

“You men and your man flu, really! You all pretend to be big, brave and macho, but you allow a simple cold to floor you. Most women go through worse than the flu every month of their adult lives.”

“Yes, well there you are then… You get used to it, but we only get sick once every year or two and our bodies forget how to handle it. We feel it more.”

Robert wasn’t sure whether he was talking sense but it sounded good enough to him at the time.

“Is this how you mean, Mam?”

“Yes, dear. That’s the way to do it. I want you to get used to doing things properly for when we have visitors.”

“But we never get any visitors, Mam! You say that the house is too small to receive visitors.”

“And so it is, but we may not be living here for ever. People have been known to move… We may move too, … one day. Perhaps, we’ll have a nice semi in the suburbs with a front and a back garden.”

She looked at her husband who managed a faint smile. He’d heard it all a hundred times before, but she was allowed her dreams.

Everyone was.

“Do you mind if I skip dinner tonight, love. I think I’ll eat my cake and drink my cup of tea to keep my strength up, but all I really want is a couple of paracetamols and a sleep. I’ll see how I feel then, but I’ll probably just sleep on through till tomorrow.”

“No, that’s all right, my dear. If you’re not up to it you are better off in bed. It’s cauliflower cheese tonight, so I’ll put some up for you and if you fancy it later, I can microwave it for you, otherwise I’ll freeze it for another day.

“What time do you want yours, Megan?”

“The usual time, Mam, seven to seven thirty, whatever suits you best.”

“OK, early and I’ll have an early night as well, so I can take care of your father.”

∞

At breakfast the next day, Robert looked a lot better and everyone hoped that he was over the worst of his bout of the flu. He ate a hearty breakfast of sausage, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and cauliflower cheese and thoroughly enjoyed it, as did everyone else.

Megan studied her father over the breakfast table, but she wasn’t convinced that he was yet fully recovered. She thought that he certainly looked better, but she noticed that his eye sockets were darker than normal and that his eyes looked dull.

It struck her that he looked like a toy, the batteries of which had had a flash charge rather than the full overnight job. Still, she went to school and he went to work, leaving Suzanne at home alone to continue her endless and thankless task of cooking and cleaning. As Suzanne saw it, it was what she was supposed to be doing to keep her family running as it should be. It was what her mother and every other woman in her family had done. Forever.

At three p.m. Megan received a call on her mobile phone while she was in a class. She apologised to the teacher, but explained that it was from her mother, so she had to take it. The teacher told her to stand in the corridor so as not to disrupt her class.

“Megan, your father has just rung. He’s ill in work, so I’m going in to drive him and the car home. We may not be there when you get back, so check to see that you’ve got your key on you.”

“OK… yes, I’ve got it right here.”

“Are you sure? I can leave one with Mrs. Horrobin or Mrs. James next door next door, if you haven’t got yours.”

“I have mine right here, Mam. Please stop fussing.”

“All right. I’ll see you later. I’m so worried about your father. He’s never been taken ill like this before…”