GOD INSPIRED ADVENTURE — THE WRITINGS OF MICK DAWSON

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THE MISSIONARY – Chapter 2 – part 13

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After a few moments, Teyata threw down the second can. It rolled on the floor with the telltale puncture marks of where she sank her fangs. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hands and commenced to lick it clean.

“Should we move now?” asked Teyata.

“Yeah.”

Brad cinched the backpack firmly around his shoulders and headed out the door. Twenty minutes on, his pace slowed tremendously. Teyata growled angrily as Brad stopped by the side of the road. He made his way by a florist van angled into the gutter, toward a full fairinged, lime green bike.

“The FQ-7,” he said in awed whisper.

He had a poster of this very bike in his room. It’s rider; still wearing its leathers and helmet, lay half covered by the machine.

“I’m going to have to use this,” Brad said to the eye sockets staring back at him through the clear visor.

Teyata stomped down on the roof of the van, peering over the edge as he took hold of the handle bars.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Brad heaved, raising the bike partway from the road, then found he couldn’t lift the machine any further.

“Help me get it up!”

Teyata bounded from the roof, just clearing his head, then set her shoulder to the side of the bike. She didn’t seem any stronger than a conventional woman, thus not adding much to Brad’s efforts. With a shift of her elongated feet, she planted them firmly, and pushed, soon righting the bike.

“Thanks,” Brad said.

He kicked down the side stand as Teyata looked on with swishing tail. It looked very different to his small trail bike. He could only guess at the function of half of the gauges. As far as he knew, it was the fastest registerable bike in the world. Still, it functioned the same, and he didn’t know how to drive a car.

“What is that thing?” asked Teyata.

“It’s what men used to use to get around on. It’ll get us where we want to go a lot quicker than you can run.”

Teyata looked indignant.

Brad smirked to himself and clicked the gear lever into neutral. He set his thumb and forefinger to the key and paused.

Please get it going, Lord. 

He turned; nothing; not even the clack of a battery low on power.

“What is it supposed to do?” Teyata asked.

Brad pointed at the console. “See that there. That’s supposed to light up with numbers and letters to say its on.”

Getting off the bike, he began an inspection, then noted the source of its malfunction. The fairing had broken away where the bike had fallen on its side. Unfortunately, it had also smashed off the solar power gems.

“Thanks anyway,” Brad said to the helmeted skeleton. “Let’s get going,” he said, breaking into a run.

Brad ran for another hour and a half at barely a jog, while Teyata walked with an occasional quicker step. He recognised the sign leading into the next town, then noted a slight rise in the road as they entered the town’s main thoroughfare. Teyata said, they only had to go two hills away. Until now, they had only run over flat ground.

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Author: mickdawson

I am a writer who never suffers from writer's block. My work is original in concept, thus telling me in both instances that God has gifted me. It is my hope that my work moves others. That those who read, might walk the lonely miles with the heroes; that they laugh and cry with them, and are also warmed by love. But there is also a greater hope. That those who read my work, see God's word in the adventures. More specifically that they find Jesus in the many pages and accept His free gift of salvation, already paid for on the cross.

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