LIGHT IN DARKNESS 

By Tessa Harvey


THE STORM

Lights blurred across the wet road. Gladys slammed on the brakes, realising as she did so that it was the wrong thing to do. Her car hit a steep rocky embankment, sliding out of control and coming to a shattering stop.
    She was very shaken but unhurt. The poor woman put her head on the steering wheel and wept. The airbag had not deployed, but she was unaware of anything except a rising tide of despair and fear, anger and shock.
    Gladys was aware of police. Someone managed to open the buckled door. A voice deep and soothing said "My lady, you sure are lucky," but it barely registered. The elderly woman felt numb and drained. What else could go wrong?
    Inconsequentially, she thought "Why am I called Glad? It's wrong, I'm sad."
    A young woman was helping Glad out of the car with the aid of a police officer and a few others. They were careful with her, but she wondered why they were there, why she was there. What was happening?
    Gladys tried to say she didn't need an ambulance. "I want to go.....," but the words would not come, just as they had not come for Lois some time ago. The brave mother, the warrior had somehow over recent times lost her Sword and her Shield. They had slipped unnoticed from her grasp. She felt bereft and did not know why.

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