THE ANCIENT PATH

By Tessa Harvey

CHAPTER SIX

Jim also noticed the mist rising, but was not perturbed. It very rarely rose higher. A knock interrupted his musings. Answering, he found Geoff and Angel. After some discussion, Geoff decided to go and meet their young friend.

Angel watched her dad stride firmly away, despite the rising mist. She had been bidden to stay and even now old uncle Jim was rummaging in a dusty cupboard for some old board games.

Angel decided to go on an adventure and follow her dad. After all, she had recently read a story about two kids - young people she thought hastily - who had done great things on their own. What was the name of the book? Earthquake? Bio Wave? No, it was Tsunami! It completely escaped her that, though the children had survived being rebellious, it had been God's intervention on both counts that had saved them.

The mist had closed in on Angel without her noticing.

Never mind, she knew this town so well. It was a little scary in the mist and outlines were fading.

Also, Angel found her breathing getting harder, which surprised her. She had never had breathing difficulties before. A wave of doubt touched her. Perhaps she should go back to Uncle Jim's.

She turned around and was instantly afraid............

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Angel had wanted the story to be more about her and now she was alone and afraid. She could see nothing in the thickening fog, not even a little bit in front of her.

Well, Angel was made of strong stuff. After all, I am nearly twelve, she thought. I am going to High School soon, so I will not cry.

Whereupon she sat down on the wet pavement and did just that.