Through a combination of fast forwarding and over a week of watching, Lisa gazed upon Brad’s progress in wonder. He not only grew in fitness, but in size, developing an impressive physique resembling a man in his prime.
Brad leaned out over the edge of the bridge with his hands clasped behind his head. He did the first 12 with ease, coming up and turning his head four times fast each time. Without warning, Teyata bounded aside, forcing him to adjust so that he didn’t overbalance. He looked to her for an explanation.
“You can do them by yourself now,” she said.
He smiled proudly to himself. Teyata entrusted him to do that which men of the old world would have found impossible. Even if he slipped, he had reached a stage where he could have caught hold of a girder and climbed back up.
His world rolled with the leaning back of his body, taking in the vista of the river, the bushland and the pinkish orange morning sky. The sun had risen less than a half hour ago, making it about six am, by his estimate.
Training under Teyata had changed his perspective on life. About a year ago, this bridge would have had constant traffic for commuters going to the city. In a few years, that would have been his lot too. Here and now, he leant out over the edge of a bridge at least 2oo metres above the river. He smiled to himself, unable to think of anything more exhilarating.
98 he counted in his mind.
With the rising of his body, he saw Teyata again, still reading. He saw her in a new light too. This had been her life since she became a merge mutation; to her; a lifetime. She progressed just as impressively intellectually, as he did physically. They made it a point to have a small amount of free time everyday to read the Bible. Brad listened to her read, only having to help her with difficult names of people and places. Afterwards, Teyata fired a multiple of questions. Brad delighted in answering her queries on the teachings of God, making his perspective on the Lord also different.
He began to wonder if he had misread God’s intentions. True, he hoped to find other people in the mountains, but he could literally be the only man on earth. Could God have preserved his life in the bunker for the sole purpose of meeting Teyata and telling her about Jesus? It didn’t seem so important to reach the mountains anymore. If God used him to lead only one person to salvation, then it was worth it.
100 he counted triumphantly.
He slapped his hands down and stomped into a crouch. Pivoting, he turned, giving a last look at the panoramic splendour God created, seemingly, just for him.
“Thank you, Lord,” he whispered.
Turning back, he took a moment to admire Teyata as she read. Lately, she looked more human than feline. He could only think of her as a woman; attractive outwardly, yet even more so inwardly.