FIRE AND ICE

By Tessa Harvey 


     Olga woke from a dream that was beautiful and did not drift away as dreams mostly did like tattered skeins of morning mist. In the dream a man with incredible long white, light bright clothes was walking along a grass-bordered path towards her. He had shoulder-length brown hair and a wonderful smile.
    As he neared, she knew somehow it was Jesus. His eyes were full of perfect unconditional love , but stern.
    He pointed and she saw as though from far, far away, yet very clear, a little girl lying very still in a hospital bed. Her eyes were open, full of tears and Olga knew it was Helga crying for them.
    She reached out for her daughter and woke up. Quickly she went to see Stefan. He listened while packing their few essentials, but he was frowning. "Look, call the hospital and if she's ok, we will take a quick look at this new excavation in New Zealand. All kids cry easily."

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