WHIRLPOOL 

Maelstrom Mud
By Tessa Harvey


    Helen was excited, but felt her throat closing up. She clutched her throat, rubbing it, but succeeded in only making whispered, barely audible sounds.
    A young woman came into her cubicle, accompanied by a competent looking senior nurse. The woman was perceptibly anxious, holding a baby close but obviously trying not to cry at the sight of the young girl before her, little more than a child herself. They looked at each other and Helen felt the older woman's compassion.
    Finally she spoke, but with an effort, "Are you well enough to hold your baby. She emphasized "your."
    Helen lit up, her face beaming with joy, and reached out her arms. The tiny baby turned towards her and amazingly for one so young, held out a small arm for her mother. Even the nurse felt tears form in her eyes. Helen laughed, but inside cold fear clutched her, robbing her of hope and love - could her future have any hope or even love? She remembered from Sunday School: "Jesus loves me, this I know."

Coming Soon - Part 3 "An Open Door."


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