LIGHT IN DARKNESS 


By Tessa Harvey


Phil ambled along beside his dad. It was a glorious late autumn day. Leaves drifted down, turning into a crunchy carpet underfoot. Belatedly, Phil realised he was scuffing the leaves as a child might, making small piles and treading them underfoot.
    He could smell the odour of the leaves, warm and brown, which was stupid, he thought. How could you smell that?  He caught his dad watching out of the corner of his eye, a small smile curving his lips.
    Bill had been spending much more time with him lately. Phil decided not to sulk, and hoisting the fishing rod more securely over his shoulder, he talked to his father about something had bothered him for a long time - his mother.
    His dad listened attentively. "Did mum really see Jesus?"


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