Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “A Bird in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/10/08)
-
TITLE: The Exchange | Previous Challenge Entry
By dub W
01/11/08 -
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
“Hey Nan.” George looked up from his drawing board. “What brings you to the slums at this hour of the night, uh, morning?”
“Don’t ask. Where’s the key to the photo cabinet? The police want that boat disc.” Well, it’s the truth: they want it. “And, I gotta make a delivery tonight.”
George spun around and opened his desk drawer. “Here ya go.” He tossed her a key tied to a paper identification tag. “I didn’t know it was in there.”
“Yeah, I made a copy, but left the original in the back. Wow, I hope it’s still there and not one of the ones the ad guys grab. I put my name on it.”
“I don’t use much of that stuff, so I don’t know.”
Nan quickly unlocked the cabinet and pushed aside cameras to get to the photo disc storage box. “Ah, it’s here.” She pulled the tiny memory disc out of a slot and put it in a plastic sleeve; then dropped it in her jacket pocket.
George held out his hand for the key. “So where’s the copy?”
“Put it in a file folder, and stuck it in the drawer.” Nan walked to her temporary desk and opened the file drawer. She rummaged through a file and produced the small memory disc.
“Keep the disc in your drawer? They’ll get zapped, ya know; static and magnetic stuff float’n around.”
“Yeah, it's all just back up stuff; they're even unlabeled, but I remembered that the sleeve has a big cut in the plastic.”
George didn’t look up from his drawing. “Nice filing system. You gonna make some copies of those before you go?”
“Naw. What I got in hand would be worthless if I made a couple of copies.” Nan slipped the disc into her jacket pocket with the original disc.
George waved a finger. “Seeya.”
“Seeya; don’t work all night.”
Nan pushed open the door. Whew, that went well. Her heart was pounding.
She unlocked her car door just as her cell phone beeped. The caller ID was unrecognizable.
She gulped. “Nan.”
“Drive to the convention center. Walk toward the lobby. Have the discs in an envelope.” Before Nan could respond the caller hung up.
Nan’s electric bill rested on the passenger seat, she ripped open the envelope, dumped the contents on the floor, and inserted the discs. She quickly headed her tiny car into the city. “Oh, Jesus, what I am about to do will mean the end of my career, but if it saves William’s life, then I have fulfilled my goal. Forgive me Lord.” She tried to concentrate on the heavy traffic.
Minutes later she pulled her car along the curbside at the convention center. In her rearview mirror she could see late night revelers leaving a popular area bar; but in front of her were darkened warehouses.
She exited her car and ran across the street. A long flight of stairs up to the convention level lay in front of her. “Okay, by the streetlight I will try to see these stairs.” She walked up to the first landing and paused. The convention center was dark and cold. Only the minor security lights surrounded the building.
She started to take a step up alongside a planter when suddenly her feet were taken out from under her. Nan’s head bounced off of the step and immediately she felt her knees tearing on the concrete. Then something cold entered her side. “Jesus, oh Jesus,” she cried. She tried to open her eyes but darkness quickly overcame her.
“Nan, Nan, wake up honey.”
She attempted to focus on the sound. “Mom?” Her voice was faint but she managed to get the words out.
“Oh, Nanny.” Her mother’s voice was filled with tears.
“Where am I Mom?” She tried to lift her head but it was heavy and seemed restrained.
“Mercy Hospital ICU, sweetie.”
“What’s going on Mom?”
Her mother appeared to lean down closer to Nan. “I think they said you go rolled or mugged or something.”
Nan’s head began to feel fuzzy again. “Mom, is Jesus still here?”
“Sweetie, Jesus is always here.”
Her mother stroked her hair, and a peaceful sleep overtook her.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
