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SANDS OF DELUSION  By Tessa Harvey "I think not," growled a firm, cold voice in measured tones. In his hand, the tall man was dialling an emergency number.     "Mr. Giles," whispered Alice. The deputy principal was a formidable presence but Hooker McGee was not impressed. "Nah," he raised, "this is my friend's kid. He ran away from his dear kind uncle. Ungrateful, kids are, ain't so, mate?" he appealed with the aim to get the teacher onside.     Mr. Giles glanced at Alice, an unspoken question in his eyes. Almost imperceptibly the girl moved her head in a negative attitude.     Then there was another person. A beautiful police lady flashed an identity card and produced handcuffs. Other police cars drove up. There was an approaching ambulance siren.     Luis and Maria moved quickly to help the little boy and paramedics came running with a stretcher.     It was the end for Uncle and Hooker McGee and his cohorts. They would be charged ...
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SANDS OF DELUSION  By Tessa Harvey The children surged out of school, some moving quietly, most yelling and shouting, a brilliant stream of moving colour. Some headed for parent's cars or to the waiting buses.     One of the bus drivers was playing "Pokarekare Ana," a poignant song from New Zealand. The music held Alice motionless. In her head, she moved to the beautiful tune, but it reminded her of her missing brother somehow. The driver glanced her way, but Alice waved No and the driver began to move away, trying to avoid the last flying boys on bikes, swooping like seagulls, rearing up on back wheels and thudding down again.     Slowly the schoolyard emptied and Alice was left alone. She was not sure why she was waiting , but a Presence held her there. Gazing down the road, she waited, hand shielding her eyes from the bright glare of the westering sun.     Then she saw a tiny form in the distance. Alice could tell it was a child, but she or he was m...
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SANDS OF DELUSION  By Tessa Harvey Rocks in Shifting Sand Jaxon drove up the incline to the work site. It was really raining, the machine's wipers barely coping with the deluge. Even so, sudden swift images of flames tried to sear into his mind. But Jaxon stood firm. In Jesus' Name, no! he stated firmly. I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me. God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind! The images fled.     Glancing down to the roadway, Jaxon saw the same red car with the little boy in the rear car seat. Even through the thick rain sluicing down, he could see the boy wave. Briefly, guarding his way, he pressed his own hand against the side glass.     Wow! he thought. God is making me a winner and the little guy isn't scared any more! ----------------------------------------------- Sylvia opened her mouth to say something to Steve and closed it again. Her shoulders slumped. This seemed to be happening more and more....
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SANDS OF DELUSION  By Tessa Harvey LOST Ed peered round a broken crate. Uncle was sprawled on a very old couch. He tiptoed to the door, bypassing all the squeaky boards he knew. His sister had not come. She had said: "I will come, Eddie. I will find you." Had she forgotten?      Perhaps he needed to move now and find her. Uncle had not fastened his door properly. This was the boy's chance. Quietly her picked up some notes lying on the broken crate and headed for the exit. The snoring stopped. Anxious, Ed paused.     The big man mumbled something and kept his eyes shut. Presently, the arhythmic snoring began again.     The little boy slipped outside and ran away from the docks. Had he glanced back, he would have seen two police cars pull up at both sides of the dilapidated building and quite a few police converge on the boy's former home.     But he didn't look back. If he did, it is doubtful he would have realised the police had come to ...
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SANDS OF DELUSION  By Tessa Harvey Katherine crept quietly into Alice's pink and white bedroom with the beautiful ruffled quilt on the bed. She peeped over to see if her sister was awake. It was evening and shadows were gathering in the room.     Kitty's coat squeaked and she giggled. There was an answering giggle from the bed. Alice was awake and staring, fascinated at her big sister.     "You squeak!" she whispered, giggling again. "It is a joke?!" A small furry head poked out of Katherine's duffel coat side pocket. "Ahh! Beautiful," sighed the little girl. "Whose is it?" "It's one of Josh and Rachel's puppies," Kitty replied, still whispering. "He hasn't got a name." "Can we keep him?" Alice sat up in bed and reached out her hands.     "Wait, not the bed, Ally." Kitty produced an old newspaper and plonked it on the floor. Carefully, she lifted the puppy down.          He sniffed a...
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