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There it was again. That noise. That incessant noise.

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She has been hearing that noise for....Funny she thought. Time she has lost track of time.

She couldn't remember how long that sound had been going on. Strange thing. Timing. It didn't bother her anymore. In fact it was as though time was standing still waiting for her to catch up on lost time.

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There it was again. That incessant noise. Resolving not to be bothered by the noise, she inhaled deeply then expelled her breath softly. Relaxing...relaxing...relaxed. She was being greeted. The sun was shining its luminous rays were almost blinding. The clouds were billowy and majestic, a powerful sight to see. There was a calling and she felt the need to answer it.

She viewed two little girls playing in the park. Their hair was parted in two sections, held in place by two white ribbons. Their laughter was refreshing. They were playing ring around the roses. One tripped and began to cry, the other little girl was bending down crying as well. They began to hug each other in comfort and laughter rang out as both girls toppled over. No more tears, just laughter resonating. The image of the two, began to fade. The call. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist its lure.

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There it was again that noise. Only this time its sound was fainter.

She saw them again, the two girls, only this time they were much older. The older one was getting married. Their laughter was stimulating. Both women held inspection of each other in the floor length mirror. Both women eyes shone brightly with unshed tears. Tears of joy.

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Their images blurred then disappeared.

There it was again. Yet, fainter and fainter the sound became.

It was a struggle. She was compelled to come through as she felt the unction to push through the dead weight. Hearing the noise she made as she fought her way to consciousness, she was able to open her eyes... and saw her. The younger one. It was her sister. Time had been good to the both of them even at the age of seventy five her sister was still beautiful to her. They have always been together. Some even liken them to the Delaney sisters. But her time was nigh she could feel it. The call was enticing and she was ready. But her sister....

"Sister? Don't you worry about me. I am going to be alright."

The older one looked at her. She couldn't speak, her voice was held captive by weakness. It is believed that the eyes are the windows to the soul and her soul has so much to say as she remembered the years past.

"Sister. I love you too." The younger one stated softly. "This bond is not broken, it can never be broken. Do you remember one Sunday morning after church mama took us to the park; we'd just got our hair done that morning? I fell and sand got in my hair...

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"Do you remember our wedding day? We both cried rivers that day... I remember.

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...............Silence.