🌊🌊TSUNAMI🌊🌊

By Tessa Harvey

Chapter Six

Frankie paused, trying to be systematic in his search near the hospital. He kept asking God for guidance and for help.

Having spent a year on the streets as a boy, hungry - always hungry and afraid, he did not want his daughter to be alone in the darkness. In a few hours the sun would set. He glanced around, shielding his eyes against the blinding glare of the westering sun.

Frankie felt grateful that Malawi was going to be alright, but he was tired. Last night, while he waited for news of his son, he had doubted in the darkness. The only Bible verses he could remember were: 'The Lord is my shepherd.' and 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.' He couldn't even pray. He kept seeing Malawi's white shirt in the gloom, the falling truck, that huge menacing wave, towering in his mind, threatening to engulf him, to tear him from his moorings.

Suddenly he saw a little girl of about eight or nine, walking with a man far in the distance. Frankie broke into a run. "Ilani! Ilani!", he called. The man and the girl stopped and turned around. They were strangers.