Becoming Abigail

Now XXIII

It was all grace.

Jumping down from the sphinx’s back, Abigail picked up the contents of her handbag and stuffed them back in. She paused over the book that lay where it had fallen open and she read:

A human being alone is a thing more sad than any lostanimal and nothing destroys the soul like aloneness.

She traced the words with the tip of her finger, stopping where the rain had smudged the phrase, the soul like, spreading the ink into an angel’s wings. She shut the book and opened it again at random. This was an old game she had played with the Bible as a child. To follow the guidance of whatever passage revealed itself. Fragments opened at the flyleaf, to Derek’s inscription.

Gentle Abigail, This book will show you that even thoughyou come from a dark continent place, you can escape your fate.Derek.