As I mentioned awhile back, I am writing a "blog story"...it will show up in pieces but I am having fun writing. Pardon the grammatical errors, it's storytelling, not english class LOL!
Enjoy.....
PROLOGUE
The concrete was cold and hard, pebbles were burrowing into the soft skin of her back and arms. The discomfort was nothing compared to the pain from her swollen and bruised jaw, thanks to Bryan, her so-called best friend and ally.
What day is it? Time? How long has it been since....It was holiday season wasn't it? A time when families came together in love and lots of great food. When moms and dads, "oh God I miss them" Avery anguished, would tell stories and bring presents. She could smell the cookies in the oven, and her mouth watered at the thought. When was the last time she ate? It's been days? A flashback of dad smiling while he served his famous cocoa. The warmth from the fireplace that separated the living room from the kitchen. Okay, mom had that awful Christmas music blaring; "what I would give to go back to that moment". With her Bible in one hand and a cookie in the other, mom would sit us down in the living room and read the Christmas Story to her and Katie, the little blonde haired cherub who called her "her big Sissie". The tree was fabulous. One of those pine trees that stood majestic above all others, painstakingly decorated by her and her family. The ceiling in the living room was 20 feet and the tree, Angel at the top, almost touched it. There must have been a couple of hundred ornaments and a thousand lights, all alight as if to shout the Glory of the Season. It was a time of being thankful for God's Provision mom said. A time to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the One Who came to save His people from their sins.
"Yeah right, You took my family from me"...as the tears fell freely down her cheeks. Shaken out of her vision of past happiness by the rattling of keys, Avery was torn back to reality.
She felt very cold, not from the room, but from the terror you felt when a predator was about. The hair stands up on your body and your stomach tightens and nausea threatens to take over.
Feeling alone and very vulnerable, she looked up at the ceiling, "why can't I feel you now?" "hopeless, you don't exist do You?" as she shook her head.
"No, He doesn't Avery", a voice crackled from the speaker mounted in the wall on the other side of the room. "Avery, we can help you. Forget about that Bible stuff. You can be free, just say the word. Your mom and dad would be proud of you". "Bryan? Bryan is that you?". Barely able to sit up due to lack of sleep and food, she sat upright with a start. She'd kill Bryan if she could.
"No, it's daddy". This time she bolted to her feet and hobbled as quickly as her bruised body would allow til she stood directly underneath the black speaker box. DADDY! Is it true? Maybe he was here to rescue her from this hell! Maybe God missed him or left him on earth to whisk her away to safety!
Could it be?
"Daddy?"........
Wow!
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