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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Personal Peace (06/01/06)

TITLE: Tiny White Slippers
By Jesus Puppy


Tiny White Slippers..

Gail force winds roared over the north plains, making the tall grass seem like swells of the ocean waves. As a dark storm went on, deep clouds blown by in the early summer, lightning flashed through the sky for miles, turning the night to day in a moment. Then gone again as the darkness reformed across the open land, dropping all into the shadowed land-scape of a half forgotten dream.

Knowing the Port Shuttles would not be flying in such weather, Jessica still felt fear for her dearest friend, husband, and father to her unborn child. Weeks had passed since she had last heard from Tyler, although his work as a pilot kept him away, he had always found ways to keep in touch.

As Jessica stood on the porch in the early morning, she had to smile as she thought back to their wedding two years before. Her Mother and Father were against the union at the start, even though Tyler did all he could to please them, all her parents saw was a lowly shuttle-pilot.

In the end the two snuck off to Capital City to have the papers signed, and Tyler had his commanding officer perform the rite of marriage. He was given a leave, only a matter of a day off at the Port City, but to Jess, it had been the greatest of blessings. It wasn't until the following year that they had a real honeymoon.

Lightning flashed in the distance, fear for a moment slipped back to Jessica's mind. Storms were dangerous for the smaller ships, and though Tyler ran mostly moon shuttles, he could not be hold off re-entry for long, even for a major thunderstorm.

At times like this, Jess found herself awake at all hours, prayer in her heart, fearful for her husband landing in such weather. As the dawn brang a softness to the morning, she said one last word of thank for the love God had brought into her life, asking protection to keep him safe.

An odd light shone within the clouds, and at first Jessica thought it only lightning held in the storm. Then it came clear to her what it was as a single ship dropped slowly through the sky, flying directly over the fields. The engine's roar shook the walls, but her heart sang for joy of the answered prayer. Peace filled her soul, as she watched her husband's ship fly by on its way to Port City.

Jessica stood in the yard as the last rain drops fell, and waved as the craft passed over-head. Her smile grew, knowing he would be home before the next nightfall. She hummed all day while she cleaned and prepared a wonderful dinner. Jessica knew what he wanted his first night back, something simple, with a touch of grace. Again, she found herself praying for more than just a weekend together.

Later that day, as the sound of the approaching hover-car whined across the plains, she stood on the front steps to watch her beloved Tyler drive up. She had always loved the look of him in his dress uniform, from the moment they met, she dreamed of how it would be when he arrived home.

“Hello, my dear,” his calm words melted her heart, such warmth and peace. “I am sorry to keep you waiting.”

“As long as you are safe, I forgive you.”

“I made an extra run for a friend,” he said with a tired smile, rubbing a hand over her extended belly. “But, I was able to get a week off for doing so. And, after hearing the news of our child being a girl, I have a gift.”

“Presents,” Jessica squealed as she sat on the steps to unwrap the package. “I love presents. What did you bring me?”

“Did I say it was for you?” He smiled and laughed. “Besides, I don’t think it would fit you.”

With little patience on her part, Jessica tore at the wrapping, pulling out a beautiful, pink cotton and lace dress, and a pair of tiny white slippered booties.

“I know she won’t be able to ware it right away,” placing an arm around his wife. “But our first family outing, she will look her best.”

“Always the hopeful father,” Jessica leaned into his arms, and together they sat to watch a perfect sunset, the ending of a peace filled day.

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david grant06/08/06
well told.
Sharlyn Guthrie06/08/06
This is a great story with very descriptive language. Watch word usage: gail should be gale, brang should be brought and ware should be wear.
Edy T Johnson 06/09/06
A sweet and peaceful story; I see it all in my mind like a movie. You write well and I like reading this.
George Parler 06/09/06
Good visual writing. Nice job!
Amy Michelle Wiley 06/09/06
Sweet story with great discriptions :-)
Tesiri Moweta06/13/06
Nice and peaceful.Nothing like family peace.
Jan Ackerson 06/13/06
How lovely! I like the idea that even in this distant future, families are treasured.
Anita Neuman06/14/06
This is such a sweet story! I love the romance that you weave into your pieces. Great work!
Dr. Sharon Schuetz06/14/06
This is a good story. I enjoyed the futuristic approach.