LIGHT IN DARKNESS

By Tessa Harvey


"Probably not," answered the doctor. "These things happen. Just believe she will get better and pray."

Gladys glanced at the doctor. "We will pray. I always do that and this young lady is like a daughter to me, though we have only just met." Lacey smiled through her tears and moved to hug the older lady. Arrangements were made to leave the child overnight and a nurse helped Lacey express some milk.

"Let's pick up Bill on the way home," suggested Gladys. "We can pray together if you like." Hesitating, Lacey then nodded. She didn't tell Gladys, but she had seen the note on her child's shawl before it was removed and she felt afraid, very afraid.

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With a cry,  Simone reached to pick up the tiny dog. It stayed limp in her arms. Miss Smit let her take it inside, thinking it was something to anchor Simone here.

Don felt hungry and needed a drink. That was all he cared about. He didn't like drama, or most women.

Simone placed the dog in an old vegetable basket, first finding some old rags to soften the harsh surface. She bathed the dog's head and whispered to it. A few minutes later, she was rewarded by the little creature's eyelids flickering. It looked at her with large brown eyes. He had soft, fluffy fur, grey and brown with a few flecks of white. "Tarzan, I will call you Tarzan," whispered the young girl, and her little friend feebly wagged its tail.

 

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