THE RIVER
By Tessa Harvey
The tired, gaunt-looking woman standing before Joshua suddenly lifted her head accusingly. "You left with your wife and family to some god-forsaken arid land. How dare you just walk in and lay down your law. I did my very best alone!"
Her fists were clenched, tears sparkled in her still beautiful dark eyes.
Remorsefully, he noticed grey strands appearing faintly in her cropped auburn hair. He sunk down into one of the deep charcoal grey lounge chairs, taking command of his thoughts and emotions. At last he said, "I am sorry. It's true. We hardly spared you a thought. My father was very ill..."
Joshua lapsed into silence remembering the prayers, the anguish as his dad fought hard against his illness which day by day had cruelly taken his mobility and finally his life. But Joshua still believed.
"My father died." He saw her flinch.
"I too was angry, blaming whatever God there was as thousands across the ages have done. I will tell you a story, a true story, that will show you the way - the truth of how to survive in this broken world."
Unnoticed, Joe and Bluey, startled by their aunt's tirade, had crept into the lounge room, standing near the door to the kitchen. A little puzzled, they were nonetheless hoping for more food!

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