edited by Arielle Ford, Penguin Putnam Inc. (2000)
This short story appears in the section "Visions, Premonitions and Special Abilities."
In January 1968, when I was fifteen years old, my grandmother made her transition following a long illness. I had just been privileged with a bedroom all to myself in the basement of our house, a room where I found solitude and escape from the distracting activities of my parents, two younger sisters, and a brother. It was there that a strange kind of "premonition" took place on January 10, exactly one week -- to the moment -- before my grandmother's death.
I had started keeping a diary two years earlier. It was kept in a hidden box in my dresser drawer. I used it to express many of the emotions I was experiencing. It also proved to be a perfect record of the incident that would occur.
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