DAWN WILL RISE 

By Tessa Harvey

    Ella braced herself on the bathroom sink, a hand on each cabinet corner. She stared at the Christmas soap. Circular in shape, it was a swirling mix of carmine, vivid green, bright white.
    She and her son, David, five had "seen" a white horse (unicorn?) dancing in the foaming sea-surf under a deep red sunset sky. That was one side. Simon, Ella and Mark's three year-old had pleaded to say what was on the other side. He looked hard.
    "Froggies splashing in a pond," he shouted, delighted. "Green froggies!" Ella fancied she saw a little marmoset also, peeping through jungle leaves and smiling shyly. it made her smile, then she gasped - the pains came roaring back!
    "Come on Ella," begged her sister Jan kindly and helped her to the wide bed. "I will get Doctor Bailey."
    Mark came back to help his wife, hold her hand, trying not to look worried. "Help her God," he pleaded silently.

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