SHADOWFALL 

By Tessa Harvey


    The two brothers sat together in the little cabin. Sunlight streamed in through the doorway and the small windows either side. A lizard flickered in the doorway, held still, heard voices and disappeared.
    Tarrant had chosen an old hard-backed chair, Hunter the couch. Both men were holding mugs. Tarrant pulled a face as he sipped the liquid. "Irish tea? Seriously, bro?"
    Hunter laughed. It was good to hear. He had explained about Marie and meeting her parents. "What happened to make you remember?" he asked.
    "A dream," answered Tarrant, " a nightmare really. So bad I saw this church person. I talked to him. What he said made sense. People choose evil and their own way, but this man, Jesus came and paid the price of our wrongdoing. He died on a cross for us, but rose three days later. God loves us and wants to heal us. That pastor prayed and now Jesus is real to me, and I am different, Hunter. Everything changed. Hunter's face was a mask of indifference.

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