LIGHT IN DARKNESS

By Tessa Harvey


THE STORM

Years ago she had been taken to church by well-meaning people and for a while had been taken in by the sham and pretense. It was just a drama show, calculated to please and appease people, a good money -earner for the ones in authority. Then life had happened.
    Alice had met the suave, charming doctor and had been swept off her feet. They were soon married, everyone approved, their happiness was perfect...until Alice had conceived. She was delighted, but her husband demanded that he be the centre of her world.  The pregnancy wasn't planned. He declared the foetus had to go. But Alice had bonded to the tiny life growing within her.
    She appealed to her parents, her friends, the church, but no-one wanted to know. Never had she felt so alone.



 

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