Christian Fiction Novellas ~ deep enough to address the human condition
You Can't Get
There From Here
A shadow formed on the jagged surface of the windswept snow. It was bent and angular, but recognizable. A man.
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I was blind till the silhouette caught me.
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"You're the newfound man." it said. It stood rigid, its hat, awkwardly askew.
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"That's what they're calling me," I said. "I'm just trying to get to Shunderland."
The silhouette straighten his hat, but it didn't look any more secure. "You can't get there from here."
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"I know," I cried, "but..." The hard impossibility of my desire struck me. "I have to go!"
He bowed and I feared he was folding himself away from me. Instead, his hat tipped heavy into his hand. I was surprised to see a book inside.
"Take it," he said.
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I did.
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Go ahead. Open it!