A TANGLE OF LIGHT
By Tessa Harvey
Then she looked at the "dead" woman. Her eyes widened. "The doctor has already signed your death certificate. He never makes mistakes!"
That night the nurse, whose name was Amor went out on her small back deck and looked at the stars. She recalled the beautiful smell in that hospital room when there previously had only been death. It was heavenly, like the most beautiful of roses but more precious.
Death meant nothing to her. She was having an abortion tomorrow anyway. No intruder was marring her perfect body. Then she recalled an old story of a young woman whose body had also been "marred." Her son was called Jesus. Had He really been scarred for her also? Had He really risen from death?
"God," she whispered, " if you are real, show me!"
The night wind stirred. That was all. She turned to go inside and banged into her partner. "I suppose you have been out drinking again," Amor stated, hating how bitter she sounded.
"No," the man replied, " I met a wonderful person."
Amor's heart sank with dread and loss. Another woman. In the shadows, he saw her stricken face, the tears she tried to hide.

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