Corridors of Light (poem)

 

This world holds shaded shadows 

of what we can see in Corridors of Light

When looking past our jaded tomorrows 

and DUMP ! this Endless Night. 

And all our faded sorrows

 with echoes of torments and blight

 DIE ! at the foot of the cross

 where my Jesus won the fight!

by Laura-Lee Rahn 

Alberta Canada 

The Truth with Love, 

 Always Laura-Lee ✝️🇨🇦

For you brave souls ...

LINK to more of my poems at my All Poetry "Laura-Lee Was Here" profile

Guest Contributor: Patty Taggart

 

I discovered Patty when we became facebook friends. She drew me in to begin with by her daily posts that were funny, clever and Biblical.

Then I started reading her longer posts which dealt with specific topics which she gleaned from events in the Scriptures. She seemed to always be able to bring out the essence of what the story was trying to tell us and then leave us with something to think about at the end.

It has been some time since I've been able to post here since I have four other blogs, but I have had a few, select "Guest Contributors" featured here in the past.

I reached out to Patty and she graciously agreed to help me by allowing me to publish her writings here.

So, without further preamble, I will let Patty introduce herself to you in her own way and words.

"Hello,

My name is Patty Taggart. I am the founder and teacher of  Walking with Jesus Facebook group. I love the Lord. I love learning about and sharing His Word. I consider myself a child of God, and a Believer. I don't identify with any particular religion, I believe in love, forgiveness, and mercy. Jesus loved all people, not just a select few. " You are never too far gone or too sinful for Jesus." That is the message that I try to convey. 

I was broken, unloved, full of shame and guilt. I didn't trust anyone, not even myself. At the time, I believed in God, but did not have a personal relationship with Him. All of that was about to change. 4 years ago this month, my oldest son died in a car crash. Needless to say, I was devastated. I was so broken hearted, so lost, so broken. 

The day of the viewing, I was the first one to have a private viewing. I remember looking down the room to the open casket and being frozen in place. My feet would not move.

 Then something happened to me that I will never forget as long as I breath. My feet started moving and when I reached the casket and stopped and looked down upon my son, Jesus wrapped His arms around me and held me as I cried. Then He gave me a vision of my son, in his heavenly home. Jesus chose me at that moment. And I became His. And He became mine. We have an agape kind of love. My only prayer is that all His children can share that kind of love with Him."

The Sins of our Fathers.

Exodus 34:7

"who keeps loving kindness for thousands, who forgives iniquity, transgression and sin; yet He will by no means leave the guilty unpunished, visiting the iniquity of fathers on the children and on the grandchildren to the third and fourth generations.”

Isaiah 14:21

“Prepare for his sons a place of slaughter

Because of the iniquity of their fathers.

They must not arise and take possession of the earth

And fill the face of the world with cities.”

Lamentations 5:7

"Our fathers sinned, and are no more;

It is we who have borne their iniquities."

There are consequences for all of our sins. But have you ever stopped to consider to whom these consequences may fall upon? A good example of the sins of our fathers, lies with King David. David commits adultery with Bathsheba and then puts her husband on the front lines when David finds out that she is pregnant, hoping that he will die. And he does, so not only is he guilty of adultery but also murder.

 And so God sends Nathan to David and he tells David this story about a rich man that took from a poor man and David's anger was great and says that the man should should restore what he took fourfold and that he should surely die. Nathan tells David "you are this man."

10 Now therefore the sword shall never depart from thine house; because thou hast despised me, and hast taken the wife of Uriah the Hittite to be thy wife.

11 Thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will raise up evil against thee out of thine own house, and I will take thy wives before thine eyes, and give them unto thy neighbour, and he shall lie with thy wives in the sight of this sun.

12 For thou didst it secretly: but I will do this thing before all Israel, and before the sun.

13 And David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord. And Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin; thou shalt not die.

14 Howbeit, because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the Lord to blaspheme, the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die."

( 2 Samuel 12:10-14)

So as you can see, God's judgement was on David but also upon his children.  David’s own judgment of a “fourfold” judgment came to fruition: His four sons died terrible deaths because of the result of his sin. Bathsheba’s first son (2 Sam. 12:14-18), Amnon (2 Sam. 13:28-29), Absalom (2 Sam. 18:14), and Adonijah (1 Kings 2:25) all died prematurely because of David’s sin. This promise of the sword never leaving Davids house came to pass.

When David fled from his rebellious son, Absalom, he left ten of his concubines behind to keep his house, but when Absalom came to the forsaken, royal court he followed the counsel of Ahithophel to rape these women, who were unable to resist or flee. In a tent on the top of the house, and in sight of all Israel, Absalom satisfied his lustful revenge on the ten helpless women.

 The prophet Nathan had foretold that the nature of David’s punishment would correspond to the character of his secret crime in his adulterous act with Bathsheba, and in the planned murder of her husband Uriah.

And last, but certainly not the least, the child that was conceived out of adultery.

14 Howbeit, because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the Lord to blaspheme, the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die.

15 And Nathan departed unto his house. And the Lord struck the child that Uriah's wife bare unto David, and it was very sick.

16 David therefore besought God for the child; and David fasted, and went in, and lay all night upon the earth.

17 And the elders of his house arose, and went to him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eat bread with them.

18 And it came to pass on the seventh day, that the child died. And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead: for they said, Behold, while the child was yet alive, we spake unto him, and he would not hearken unto our voice: how will he then vex himself, if we tell him that the child is dead?

(2 Samuel 12:14-18)

All the nations knew that David was protected and lead by the Lord. So the Lord had to have severe consequences so that they could not say that the God of David let him commit adultery and murder. 

 As believers, we know that there are consequences for our sins. But we have to ask ourselves, "how many of our sins, will our children or grandchildren have to pay for?".

~~ by Patty Taggart 

If you wish to read more from Patty come back, because we will be featuring her again in the near future.

Also, you can connect with her at her Facebook page where she keeps all of us well encouraged with her daily posts.

Thank you Patty for sharing with us.

Sincerely, Laura-Lee

Patty Taggart on Facebook

LINK "Walking with Jesus" at Facebook

The Rope

This was my entry in a Writing Competition at the Goodreads group, RUBICAL. It really is a lot of fun. You are given a prompt and the parameters and then off you go. It's a great place to hone your writing skills and have some fun at the same time. I've been writing for almost 45 years and I've gotten much better from my time there. I've had to stretch my creative abilities and let my imagination roam. And it ended up soaring instead. 

Yes. I am unabashedly trying to talk you into going there. From people my age (53 48) to 11 years old, it's for everyone. It's mostly Christians, but not exclusively. It just means that we keep it clean. But besides that ... 

We always want new members and our moderator is so wonderful. A safe, encouraging place to write. LLR

Here are the Rules and Prompt for the story that I entered. And won! (Please read the prompt, otherwise the following story will make no sense.)

What Did They Say Competition #1! This was something new on the top of my head that I thought we could try! I hope it all makes sense. Enjoy! Perhaps next time it won't be as dark. :P

Don't turn this into a story; please only a few sentences in response or unfortunately it won't count.

You must reply to the prompt in a realistic way--nothing totally random that has nothing to do with the prompt. It needs to be a dialogue response!

© There will be no stealing of anyone's stories/work. We should all be mature enough to respect that if we are entering a contest. ©

Here is your prompt:

The man stepped towards me, old aging face decorated with sad lines. His clothes drooped just like his back as he stared sadly towards us.

"The problem is, child," he began, even though I was in my twenties and not at all a child anymore. "people take things for granted. Especially the earth we live on. But...then come along evil creatures, creatures who say they are human, and perhaps they are, but no longer act like the man walking down the street or the woman reading at the library." He shifted uncomfortably. "When these people come, they'll take you away. You won't be able to stop them. The earth won't be like you thought. In fact, it's not at all like anyone thinks."

I didn't understand his words. Nothing was making sense. I had just run about three miles to escape from the drones, and out of nowhere this man had stopped me, begging me to listen to his story and about how dangerous the earth was. The wars breaking out all over earth were surely trapping us against our wills.

"I've told you enough now, child," the old man sighed. "But most importantly, watch for the mist. The mist will choke you."

I frowned, opening my mouth to ask him a question. I said...

What did the character say to the old man? Feel free to think about whatever may be happening in this scene and supply a question!

The Rope

I frowned, opening my mouth to ask him a question. I said …

“Did you miss medication time at the Funny Farm, Pops?”

“Ah, arrogance. It’s something that I might tolerate, but will certainly not be met with understanding and patience by anyone else. But it is a good way for a young, arrogant fool to get killed.”

“Sorry. Guess I’m just trying to ignore what you said. I’ve known for quite a while now that things are way worse than we believe.
So any advice for a ‘young arrogant fool’?”

“Yes. Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop being a young arrogant fool. It can be accomplished. Especially if you have help.”

“But where on ‘Planet Hate and Chaos’ will I find help, Pops?”

“ A rope made of three strands can’t be easily broken.”

“Hey, I like that, Pops. You certainly have some smarts, even though you’re a physical wreck.”

“I’m not that smart either. I didn’t invent that saying about the rope, but I know it’s true. Are you game, Kiddo? You and me sticking together?”

“I’m with you, Pops. But where do we find the third strand for our rope?

"He's already here, Kiddo. He's already here."

by Laura-Lee Rahn


NOTE: I mentioned that I won this competition but in all honesty, I was the ONLY person who entered. So there definitely is room for you at RUBICAL. (I wonder if there is a HTML code to make this printing even smaller?)


RUBICAL at Goodreads



So many people ask me how I know when God is telling me to do something. On Friday I asked the Lord which story I should post on this blog this weekend. This is the Bible verse in my Our Daily Bread Devotional for that day.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-11
"Two are better than one,
    because they have a good return for their labor:
10 If either of them falls down,
    one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.
11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.

    But how can one keep warm alone?"


Now check out verse 12.

"Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.

A cord of three strands is not quickly broken" [Emphasis mine. I love writing that, it makes me feel like a big Bible commentator.]

It's not that hard to hear God. It depends on whether or not you want to hear what He wants to tell you.

"If necessary, God will move heaven and earth to show us His will." Charles Stanley

Chocolate Cake and Julia

I had said that today I would publish a story by a young writer from China named Elijah Zhai. But in the interest of bringing you a timely and poignant story, up to date information about China and according to the Lord's promptings, it will be postponed until next week. 

This week I am going to lighten things up a bit. Following is a short story I wrote as an entry in a Creative Writing competition at Goodreads that I just recently won. 

The challenge was to pick one of the following prompts. I picked Prompt # 2 and Prompt #5, because I felt industrious. 

This time you're allowed to base your story on anything you'd like, so long as you somehow incorporate these things in!! The things incorporated can either be just on the side and only mentioned once, or they can be the main parts of the story. You choose!

Please let me know which prompt you choose. Make sure to use all of them listed after whatever prompt you choose.

Prompt 1) A blue rabbit, a slice of cheese, and fifteen quarters

Prompt 2) An old man, a chocolate cake, and a love letter

Prompt 3) A caterpillar, a crumpled note, and the color orange

Prompt 4) A woman named Ruth, a comic strip, and a bowl of guacamole

Prompt 5) A stray dog, a suitcase, and a train station

It is followed by one of my recipes from Laura-Lee's Family Kitchen for Chocolate Cake. Hope you like it.
Laura-Lee

Chocolate Cake and Julia

A man carrying a small, shabby suitcase walked into the nearly deserted train station. Since the weather was pleasant, once he bought his ticket from the lone employee in the small building, he decided to go right through and sit outside on the platform while waiting for his train. Apparently it could arrive at any time within the next six hours. Because of his failing health he didn’t get out of his cramped apartment very often and he wanted to make the most of being out in the beauty of nature while he could.

As he sat down on a bench and put his suitcase next to him he realized that there was absolutely nobody outside at all. He was all by himself, which is what he was used to. He lived alone, his wife had died almost twenty years previously, they had never been blessed with children and his few friends had died long ago. That’s what happens when you survive to the age of seventy-eight.

He reached into his deep coat pocket and pulled out two things, the piece of chocolate cake he had wrapped up and brought for this particular moment and the old letter that he had been carrying with him for the past three years. It was this letter that coaxed him out of his small home and getting ready to take a train in the middle of the night. As he started to eat the cake directly from the plastic wrap, his eyes scanned the words of the letter again, although by this time he knew it by heart.

“Dear Malcolm,

I just heard about the passing of your wife. I know it happened many years ago, but I still wanted to convey my condolences. I never got married and I know how difficult it can be sometimes to live alone. Especially when one was married as long as you and Jean. I pray that you will find the comfort and peace that can be found in the presence of Jesus.

Most sincerely, Julia”

He finished the letter and looked up and into the sky as his memory once again relived the moment when he first met Julia. They were in grade 4 and he was the new kid in the very small town his family had moved to. Julia, being the epitome of kindness, came over to introduce herself and welcome him. She was a rather plain looking little girl, but her sweetness was evident from her first words. These past years since he had received the letter from her he could barely think of anything else.

The two of them had gone through all of school together as good friends and on the day of their graduation she had confessed her love for him. But he “just wasn’t there yet” as he had phrased it to her in expressing his feelings. In his mind he was destined for great things or at least better things. Better than spending the remainder of his life in this small, hick town married to a plain-jane who would spend her life popping out a bustle of kids. Sure he might have broken her heart, but she was young and would get over it and someday she would marry someone who was content to live the life that she had envisioned. Although he had never actually asked Julia what kind of life she had envisioned.

As these memories flooded over him, his tears flooded over him. He put the unfinished piece of cake on the bench next to him and started feeling around in his pocket for a handkerchief. Suddenly the cake was snatched away.

“Hey! Give that back!” Malcolm yelled at the dog who had taken it. But when he saw how thin and mangy the animal was he decided to let the issue and his piece of cake go. He finished mopping up the wet all over his face that the streaming tears had left behind.

“Not very nice of you to take advantage of a person when they are in the midst of a personal crisis.” he said jokingly to the stray mutt.

“Julia would have never done such a thing.”

Julia again. He just couldn’t get her out of his mind. Even when he had left his small town and gone off to university it had taken more of an effort than he had anticipated to forget about her. After all, they had grown up together. But once the excitement of university and dorm living took a hold of his life and he started dating a “better class of woman” he was able to completely erase Julia from his mind. What a fool he had been. A God-forsaken fool! 

He was a wiz at business management and the woman he had married had a chain of clothing boutiques. She also had a chain of other lovers. It didn’t take him long to discover them, because she was much too arrogant to even try and hide the fact. And when he had threatened to find other women, Jean simply didn’t care. A total sham of a marriage. She was much too busy being a career woman to ever have a child and as time progressed and their marriage got worse, he was very glad they had never brought children into their home. It had never been a home. Just a very large, fancy, stylish building for two strangers to live in.

When Jean had died suddenly in a car accident, it was four days before he even found out about it, because they had been living such separate lives. The little bit of his heart that was still alive at that moment died as he stood over her grave. Ever since, he had  been dead inside as much as the wife he had buried. That was, until he received the letter of sympathy from Julia. 

As he pondered Julia and their years of friendship when they were still just a boy and girl, he recalled what had made her so sweet and stand out from all the other people he knew. It was because of that Bible she carried everywhere. He was sure it was that. So it had motivated him to go and get the Bible that she had given him the day he got on a train at this very train station and headed off to university and out of her life. She had obviously been sad, but what he couldn’t get over was her lack of anger. Her lack of bitterness for the way he had just tossed her love aside. There was no way he could do that with Jean and all her affairs. The only way Malcolm knew that he still had a heart at all was because it was filled with hatred. He kept telling himself that Jean was dead. There was nothing to be done about it and he would have to find some way to put all that hate aside or it would destroy him. 

So eventually he had headed for the Bible. As all desperate men do. But in his case, he found the answer he was looking for. And the greatest shock and wonderful surprise was that the “answer” was a person. A person who had lived two thousand years before Malcolm was ever born. Jesus. Still the answer. As if He had been waiting all this time for Malcolm to discover Him. 

And through the years Malcolm had come to realize that the only thing that kept him away from Julia was his own stubborn pride. At first, Malcolm wanted to seek out Julia because he was lonely. Then he wanted to see her because he wanted her forgiveness for the way he had dumped her. Then he decided to stop wanting to see her for what he could get from her, but for what he could give to her. Because when all was said and done, she needed an apology from him simply because she deserved it.

Once he came to that conclusion, he sent her an email and told her he would be coming to see her. Now they were both old people, she had never been married and had created a charity that sheltered abused women and their children. A house-mother to generations of people in need of her gentle, wise, loving ways. He suddenly realized that the dog had gotten onto the bench beside him and Malcolm was absent-mindedly stroking him while he was deep in thought. He looked eye to eye at the dog and burst out laughing. Almost the dog’s entire face was covered with the chocolate from the cake he had stolen and eaten. It was good to have something to relieve the days of tension inside of him, because Malcolm had never been so fearful of doing anything as he was of facing Julia. And he still had to wait for the train and the four hour journey that would take him to the city where Julia now lived.

He turned suddenly when he heard a familiar voice say, 

“I see you still have a way of making new friends.”

He looked up into the face of Julia. He knew her instantly. Even with all her grey hair and wrinkles he would have known her anywhere. But he had forgotten how beautiful she was. 

“What are you doing here?” Malcolm asked with amazement. 

“I’ve waited for you for sixty years. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

The two of them smiled at each other and in a fraction of a moment, perhaps the same measure of time as a “twinkling of an eye”, the bitterness in his heart melted in the warmth of a new and true love. A love that endured. A love that waited. A love that would never fail.

by Laura-Lee Rahn

"4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails."  1 Corinthians 13:4-8  NIV

Laura-Lee’s Family Kitchen: Chocolate Cake

   

INGREDIENTS  (* Anything in Brackets has been Laura-Leed - meaning the way I do it.)

{Metric conversion. Approximate}

1-¾  {440 ml} Cups Flour (All Purpose)

¼ tsp Baking Soda

1-½ tsps Baking Powder

½ tsp Salt

½ Cup {125 ml} Shortening (Margarine)

1-¼ cups {315 ml} Sugar

2 Eggs

2 (3) Squares UNSweetened Chocolate

1 tsp Vanilla Extract

1 Cup {240 ml} Milk (2%)

HOW TO:

Preheat oven to 350. Grease and flour 2-8” round pans. (Trace pan on parchment paper. Cut out 2 to put in bottom of pans)

Put Flour, Baking Soda, Baking Powder and Salt in a big bowl together. Stir it up. 

In a different bowl add the sugar to the margarine gradually. Make it nice and smooth and creamy. 

Add the eggs one at a time. (*ALWAYS break your eggs into a little cup first. -easier to dig out a piece of shell)

Into this creamy mixture add the dry ingredients and milk alternately. (I start with a little milk first). 

Then the Vanilla. 

Melt the chocolate in the microwave. (HINT: take out the chocolate while still lumpy and stir. The heat will melt the remainder. If you completely NUKE it, the chocolate burns and tastes Yucky.)

Add the chocolate and mix it up well.

Pour (mostly) equal amounts in each pan. (HINT: I make the top layer a little bit smaller but not too much or they won’t bake evenly)

30 -35 minutes for the layer cake pans

(50 - 60 min for 1 square/rectangle pan. 20-25 min for cupcakes)

Lick bowls, beaters, spatula.

How to Laura-Leeize it? (Def. Do something small, cheap and easy to create the “Ooooo” factor)

When icing it put Strawberry Jam in the middle OR Icing AND Strawberry Jam in the middle.

After icing it, make lacey paper cut out with parchment paper, lay on top of cake and sprinkle icing sugar over it. Remove parchment. “Ta-Da”!

Consume with large glass of milk while reading amazing blog posts at 

Laura-Lee Was Here

Guest Contributor, Werner Lind (author of LIFEBLOOD)

I am so thrilled to introduce to you another short story from a Guest Contributor. 

Werner Lind, is the author of  the popular Christian vampire book, Lifeblood and well known for his talent for reviewing books. (see a link to his Goodreads profile after the story to learn more about this talented story teller and reviewer).

I discovered Werner Lind many years ago when I was looking for a Christian vampire story. Something like that was basically unheard of at the time. In those days most writers didn't publish themselves, but still needed a publishing company to give them the thumbs up in order to get their story into the public's hands. It would have been a very difficult task to get a publisher interested in Lifeblood,  because not only was it a rare concept, but because no Christian wants a story about vampires and non-Christians don't want a bunch of the Bible and Christians in their vampire story. Or so people thought. But Mr. Lind persisted, found a publisher and Lifeblood found a publishing home. And then it found it's way into my home. The book was so wonderful that I felt compelled to write a letter (the paper and pen kind) to the author and he was kind enough to respond. We have continued  to correspond throughout the years and I am proud to call  Werner and his wife, Barb, close and dear friends.

Now, I am pleased (Nay. More privileged and honored) to present to you the short story, "Laura's Choice" by Werner Lind.

Laura’s Choice

by Werner A. Lind c. 2002

Nineteen-year-old Laura Tyler eased her small car onto the curbside parking space and cut off the ignition. As she undid the seat belt stretched across her swollen 
middle, her lip trembled slightly. Her boyfriend’s words replayed themselves in her mind:
 “I’m not supportin’ the brat! Ya have it, I’m gone. An the welfare ain’t payin’ for it neither, so what ya gonna do then?” 
She reached across her seat for her well-worn handbag, the rear-view mirror briefly reflecting her pale face and darkly undercircled eyes. Fumblingly, she replaced her car keys in the bag and drew out a small appointment
card. “Pleasant Hills Women’s Health Center,” it read. “Three o’clock –Sept. 16th.”

Opening her door, she rose awkwardly, her motion hampered by the weight of the growing life inside her. Across the sidewalk, the sign over the door of a huge brick and glass edifice bore the same name as the card. In smaller letters underneath, it proclaimed,
“Pregnancy termination our specialty. ALL MAJOR CREDIT CARDS ACCEPTED.” 
Beneath the sign, a young man in a trench coat walked up and strode purposefully into the building.
Trying to work some moisture into her suddenly dry mouth, the girl rummaged in her purse for a coin. She’d just dropped it into the meter slot when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Turning, she looked into a pair of concerned green eyes over a freckle-spattered nose. The face belonged to a plainly dressed woman about thirty years old, shorter than Laura.
“Hi,” the newcomer said gently. “My name’s Jenny. I guessed why you’re here. 
Can we talk?”
Laura sighed wearily. “You’re a pro-lifer, ain’tcha?”
Jenny nodded. “I volunteer at the crisis pregnancy center on Market Street. We can do some things to help moms like you –adoption referrals, short-term financial help, 
shelter, things like that….” Two orange-vested men burst from the building and started to run toward the two women.

Tears began to form in Laura’s eyes. “You folks couldn’t afford as much help as I’d need,” she mumbled.
 “And I’m just too tired of fightin’ this. I can’t fight it no more, y’know?” She dropped her glance from Jenny’s face, then felt a small pamphlet put into her hand.
“Let me give you this, anyway –it has our address….”
Jenny’s soft tones were interrupted by a male bellow. “Leave her alone, ya crazy nut! We got laws to stop kooks like you from harassin’ decent people. Ya want I should 
call the cops?” The vest straining across the florid-faced speaker’s ample paunch read 
“Clinic Escort.” He snatched the pamphlet from Laura, ripped and dropped it. 
“Don’t worry, lady, we’ll protect ya.”
“I was only….” Jenny began mildly.
The other escort, a thin-lipped man with a tic under his left eye, snapped an obscenity. “Don’t back-talk us, jail-bird,” he added. 
“Get your rear outta here or I’ll make a citizen’s arrest. You hear me?”
Grabbing the woman’s shoulder forcefully, he shoved her backwards a few feet. She staggered, almost falling to the sidewalk. Frowning angrily, Laura opened her mouth to speak. But the one or two words she uttered were drowned out by an abrupt, explosive noise which came, she realized, from inside the clinic. The trench-coated youth burst through the door, smoke coming from one barrel of the sawed-off shotgun he held. 
“That’s for killin’ my kid, ya….” 
His shout broke off as he saw the orange-vested men in front of Laura.

As the girl stared, frozen, the weapon came up in a short, swift motion. She heard the fat escort’s choked scream, “Gun!” 
and his companion’s wordless screech; she saw the one man scramble for the cover of the mailbox on her right and the other break away to her left. And she heard Jenny cry out as the older woman threw herself where they had been, between Laura and the gun, just as it fired again. Laura staggered against her car as Jenny was hurled backwards into her.
Knocked off her feet, the dazed girl suddenly realized that her arms were thrown instinctively across her abdomen, shielding the womb that cradled her baby. Her next realization was that blood was leaking in a stream from Jenny’s shattered chest. Laura’s insides felt cold and sick as she took her protector into her arms, staring into the suddenly pale face. A siren was wailing loudly.
“For God’s sake, Jenny,” she blurted, “why? Why’d you go and do that?” 
The pain-filled green eyes focused on Laura’s blue ones as Jenny smiled faintly.
“I want you… and your baby to live,” she whispered.
 “It was worth it….”

 She shivered violently, and her head rolled back against Laura’s shoulder. Laura felt tears running down both her cheeks. She thought of praying, but had no idea of how to address her Maker. Footfall sounded on the pavement. The two escorts were returning.

“Oh, Jenny, don’t die,” she sobbed. 
“Please, you guys, help her….”
 The escort with the tic shouldered her aside, grabbing Jenny’s wrist to feel for a pulse. His partner, chortling with glee, bent over the motionless form as far as his belly allowed.
“I love it! I love it,” he wheezed. “One kook shot the other one.” 

Leaning on her car hood, Laura hauled herself to her feet. Behind her, a deep voice was droning something about a right to remain silent and a right to an attorney. She saw Jenny’s blood glistening on her fingers.
The squatting man dropped Jenny’s arm and stood, his face showing conflicting emotions. 
“Yeah, the bitch’s dead, all right,” he said. “But if that creep shot people in there, this won’t bring them back….”
The deep voice interrupted him. 
“Gentlemen, the lieutenant over there needs to 
take your statements now. And would you please not touch the victim any more? The paramedics will be here right away. Do you need to sit down, lady? You can wait in the squad car ‘til the lieutenant’s ready for you.”

His words hardly registered as Laura gazed down at the still face on the concrete. Her stomach felt like it usually did at the onset of her morning sickness. She rubbed it 
with one hand, hoping she wouldn’t vomit. Just then, she felt the pressure of her baby’s kick against her palm. Jenny’s last words echoed in her ears. At a sudden touch to her elbow, she turned to the uniformed policeman beside her.
“Ma’am, did you hear me? Are you all right?”
Laura took a deep breath and nodded. She bent quickly to pick up the torn halves of the pamphlet Jenny had handed her, leaving the blood-smeared appointment card where it lay by the gutter. 
“Yes, sir,” she said, straightening. “We’re all right –and we’re gonna stay that way.”

  by Werner A Lind

I wanted to include a review of Lifeblood with Werner's short story, but it feels wrong to review it considering that he is such a close friend. I did do a review many years ago when I first read it, but it got deleted through the years. But I think the best recommendation I can give for, "Lifeblood" and a "review" for Werner himself is found in the fact I wrote him a letter. (something I so rarely did at the time) And, that Werner wrote back to me and has now generously given me a short story to share with all of you.  

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Thank you, Werner for demonstrating so many times what friendship is, for being a daily example of a Christian brother, an ambassador for Christ and sharing your love for Jesus through your talents and your actions.
Love Laura-Lee


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