LOSS...
By Tessa Harvey
"Jack, what do you mean about your dreams?" asked his grandmother as they sat resting on the lounge chairs/
"Well," stumbled Jack, "there was like this place so dark, reaching down on one side. It seemed miserable, tangled in wreaths of a kind of black fog. When you looked up, a big cross spanned the gap between that area and a much higher one of light and love and glory."
Jack paused. Glancing round, Will saw his wife looking skeptical, and shook his head slightly, finger on lips as if in warning.
Will knew his wife had found trouble with some fanciful tales of people wandering heaven while near death.
The boy's face, looking so young and hopeful suddenly closed and a look of bitterness came. "I cannot forgive mum's friend, grandad. Not even to live in the lovely place. I cannot forget. I cannot forgive."
END of PART ONE
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