Second Coming by Mark Kilburn

At the sound of the morning siren the night-watchmen and women stood down.

Jude collected a parcel of food, carefully prepared by the ladies in the church hall. 

‘Hurry girl’ they said. ‘He’s waiting.’

She ran across the common to an old decrepit barn, took a deep breath and went in.

He stood in the shadows – tall, robed, bearded, eyes unmistakably wise. She placed the food on the floor, bowed uncertainly, and left.

Walking home she wondered: Why here ? Why now ? Why us ?

His presence was a secret only the villagers knew. 

Now she would tell the world.

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