Death Comes to Call

BookCoverImage newExcerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

A piercing shrill jarred me into a semiconscious state. My mind, heavy with sleep, struggled to comprehend my rude awakening. Had the thing I’d always dreaded just happened? The atmosphere in the room was charged.

Illumination from a digital clock on the night stand registered the time at half-past one. The muffled drone of my husband’s voice, soft but urgent, filtered past my ear as he sat, stiff and rigid, on the side of the bed. So this was the reason for my premature stirring.

I bolted upright. But my heart began to pound, and my legs began to shake. The jarring jingle of the phone, and Dana’s uneasy manner, then triggered an indigestible fear that culminated into an unbelievable sequence of terrorizing events.

In a gesture of compassion, he reached over and patted me on the shoulder. He then handed me the phone. Still confused, I grabbed the piece, as unbelievable fear played havoc with my senses.



About Phoebe Leggett

Phoebe Leggett is an author, poet, and free-lance writer whose articles, stories, and poetry have enhanced the lives of many. In 2007 she received two awards for her work at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference in Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Her articles, stories, and poetry have been published in adult and children’s Christian literature as well as online. Her books are available on under her name.
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