THE PREY OF THE TERRIBLE
(Isaiah 49:25) 

By Tessa Harvey


    Abbie tiptoed out of the children's ward at the hospital. The nurses had taken her to see David. He had been very upset, but calmed down when he saw her, tears falling down his cheeks like rain. Her arm had ached, but she had climbed up onto his bed and cuddled him. Soon he would be four years old and now she was seven.
    As she went out of the ward the doors swung shut behind her. The nurses were talking in their little room.
    Someone had gathered their few belongings from their car and she saw that David had Rabbit. Last time they were in Care, no-one had brought his toy. It had hurt her, knowing he was sad. Listening hard to the doctors, she had heard where their mum was and headed for the stairs.
    It was a bit creepy and lonely and cold but the lifts would be busy. She could be seen. She sometimes wished she had a friend like Rabbit.
    Then she finally found mum's room and crept up next to her feet. Mum looked very sick. Abbie clutched the spare blanket and pulled it around her, then she prayed.


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