The fiction no one wanted


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Lisa rolled into the carpark of Ian’s building site. A worker on the gate kept vigil against unauthorised entry, keeping watch as his fellow employees left the site. Grinning, Ian filed through the gate last. Lisa leapt on him, kissing him deeply.

“What was that for?” he asked.

Lisa laughed, shrugging. “Nothing.”

He gave her a puzzled look for a moment.

“Oh, Ian; you got a minute?” said the man on the gate.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Excuse me,” he said curtly.

Lisa watched the late afternoon traffic flow on the overhead expressways. She became conscious of Ian’s return. He said nothing for a time, then rested his head on her shoulder from behind.

“What are we looking at?” he asked.

“Hope,” Lisa said fondly.

Although the city thrived, it represented the merest fraction of the earth’s inhabitants. Only now did she truly understand Brad’s contribution. God had used one man to rebuild the world into a new era which modern historians referred to as “the second renaissance.”


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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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