FIRE AND ICE 

By Tessa Harvey

    
    Stefan knew he was going to die. His body had not recovered properly from the food poisoning and, shivering from the icy water, he suddenly realised it had been deliberate. He was aware that no-one liked him. They never had, not even his own parents. His father denied Stefan was his son. His mother, resentful and angry at her husband's lack of fidelity admitted nothing. Their lives had been consumed by greed and its many forms, seeking fame, achieving only notoriety.
    Faintly, struggling feebly to believe, Olga was full of remorse, remembering the faith of her family in the God of the Bible, not the liturgies of man.
    "Please pray," she urged. "Make peace with God." "I am not a coward," he whispered angrily. "I bow to no-one."
    The swirling waves swallowed him. Olga tried to scream or cry, but water choked her. The young pilot had grabbed life-vests and helped Olga with hers. Stefan had refused. "I won't die," he had said, 'my life is too important."
    Olga was struggling to keep the pilot's head above water. He also had a life vest.
 

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