Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Bridge (07/31/08)

TITLE: Anna and Rhea
By joy clarkson


Anna awoke from her sleep with a start. She sat up in bed. She was drenched in perspiration and her breathing was heavy. The dream was recurring more frequently these days. Teresa was by her side in an instant.
“What is it memsahib,” she asked, “Is it the dream?”
“Yes, the same bridge with turbulent waters flowing beneath, and I stood looking longingly at the dreamland on the other side, but was too scared to go across. I was trembling all over.”
“Don’t worry memsahib,” Teresa said, and gave her a glass of water and tucked her in.

The next day, Anna woke up to exceedingly good news. Rhea, her granddaughter, was coming from Singapore. She had met Rhea for the first time the previous year. She was twenty-three, bright and vivacious. Anna’s son had married and settled in Singapore. She had met her daughter-in-law just once, when Deepak brought his newly wedded wife to meet his family. After that Deepak too was an infrequent visitor. Anna was ecstatic…she flitted around tidying up her little room, and even took extra care in choosing her clothes and doing her hair.

Teresa, was happy to see her memsahib looking so nice. It had been a long time since Anna had taken interest in herself.

Anna was born into an affluent family. She was the only child and her parents doted on her. Every little wish of hers became their command, till she turned seventeen. Anna fell in love with a boy her parents didn’t approve of, but she stubbornly stood her ground, and they relented….quite reluctantly. Anna’s hopes of continuing her college education were cut short when she became pregnant a month after the wedding. By eighteen she was a mother, at twenty-one she lost both her parents in an accident, and on her twenty-fifth birthday she became a widow. According to the custom of her in-law’s community, she was forbidden to wear bright colors or jewellery, and she could not participate in any celebrations. She was shifted to two small rooms in the out house attached to the servant’s quarters.

However Deepak, her son, was made to stay in the main house and was brought up by his uncle. This was when Anna realized her folly, in not paying heed to her parent’s objections to her marriage outside their religion and culture. Deepak grew apart from his mother and the chasm widened when he was sent to study abroad. If it hadn’t been for Teresa, Anna would have landed up in an asylum. Teresa had been sent to her by her parents, to look after Deepak. But God had other plans and Teresa became Anna’s care-giver.

Anna couldn’t forgive her in-laws for what they had done. She was angry and thought God had given up on her too. The only person she met or spoke to was Teresa. Sometimes someone from the house would come to meet her, but she wouldn’t talk to them. Soon even these visits stopped. Then Rhea came into her life like a bright ray of sunshine. She had spent most of her time with Anna whom she called Dadi ( father’s mother). She was pained to see how Anna had been treated by the other relatives and couldn’t understand why her father did not take his mother out of this pathetic living condition. She had left with promises that she would do something if no one else did.

“Dadi, I’m back,” said Rhea hugging Anna tightly. “Teresa, pack-up dadi’s things. Oh, and yours too.”
“Why missybaby,” asked Teresa.
“Because you are coming to live with me. I’ve joined a firm here and shifted base and I’m taking my darling Dadi with me.”
There was hardly anything to pack so it wasn’t long before they were in the car and speeding along to their new home. Anna closed her eyes and relaxed. And once again she was at the bridge, but this time she was not alone. Boldly she put her hand into her Maker’s hand and crossed the bridge.

“Dadi, wake up. We’ve arrived.” Anna opened her eyes and smiled, “Yes my child we have indeed,” she said. “What’s that line you quoted the last time you were here?”
“If you hug to yourself any resentment against anybody else, you destroy the bridge by which God would come to you,” repeated Rhea.
“Ah, a wise head on such young shoulders,” and she kissed Rhea tenderly

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 441 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/07/08
I enjoyed the view of another culture in your story. I loved the happy outcome of the story...was so hoping there would be some happiness in the mc's joyless life.
Valerie Routhieaux08/07/08
Your writing is good, your story is well written. You described the emotions well and showed how a bridge can lead to a better tomorrow if we trust God to do the work.