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THE SENSATIONAL SIX – Chapter 2 part 10

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“An angel,” Nick gasped.

The ten foot being took Nick’s bottle of water and poured it into his cup before handing it to him.

“Thank you,” said Nick, gulping it down.

The angel poured another cup and held it in front of Nick. Water eddied in the vessel.

“Behold, your future,” said the angel.

A scene evolved, replacing the water. Nick saw his wrist come to his eyes, bringing his watch into clear view. Why did the time seem relevant? The scene shifted to the crane across the street, swinging its wrecking ball. A group of people watched from outside the workers’ roadside barriers.

He looked across the street. The crane worked as people watched, just as they did in the cup’s vision. His watch showed seconds before the time he saw in the eddy’s image. Not knowing why, he ran across the street and pushed his way through the spectators as a curious little girl slipped under the roadside barriers. Men shouted, and waved their arms as Nick ran after her. The driver hadn’t seen them, but the ball seemed to swing on a trajectory that wouldn’t meet them. Nick only had to scoop up the girl and run back to the barrier and all would be well.

His eyes widened as the chain snapped. The ball pounded into the road once on a direct path for them. Nick shoved the girl aside and without thinking, punched into the giant metal sphere. It clanged loudly and changed its course, crashing into the building deemed for destruction. Bricks and cement shattered as it rolled ten feet within and came to rest. His jaw dropped. A gouge showed in the wrecking ball where it had been struck by Nick’s fist.

Worker’s ringed around the ball.

“Did you see what he did to it?” said one of the men.

Nick took hold of the little girl’s hand and walked her back to the barrier, reuniting her with her parents. He nodded at their gratitude and walked away, still trying to make sense of what he had seen. The angel reappeared, resting his hand on the pommel of his sword as Nick rounded the corner into an alley.

“There will come a time when you will be summoned to perform a task for which your gift was given,” said the angel. “Until that day, use your gift for the benefit of others in a land where it will not be noticed.”

The angel faded from view as the present returned to Nick.

He tried to stifle himself on the job, asking other men to either help him lift things or use machinery. It made for a much slower day. Every now and then, when no one noticed, he would carry a load meant for a forklift. In time, he laid off his workers, and did freelance contracts in the mission field. There were conditions to every job; he would only work in remote areas, and always alone; his work took him to Uganda. Supplies of steel and concrete were dropped off by trucks. He would use them up within a week.

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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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