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The Conversation 


Gavin was so absorbed in his book, that he barely noticed that the train had stopped at a station.

"Mind if I sit here?"

He looked up. A young woman with friendly freckles across her nose and wide brown eyes stood in the aisle. He nodded, then smiled faintly and she quickly stowed her large backpack.

"I'm Sybil." The young woman offered. "Thanks."

"No problem. Travelling to Barton?" 

"Nope. It's Dunmore I'm headed for. You?"

"Same." Gavin was cautious. He wasn't sure he felt like a chatty companion. He'd been looking forward to finishing his book. It had hooked him from the first chapter.

But thankfully, Sybil didn't bubble on. She just smiled before taking her own book out. 

Gavin went back to his reading, not without noticing that it was a Bible that Sybil had opened. Unusual. 

Sybil glanced towards him. She liked to study people, and would often strike up a conversation in the hopes of leading someone to the Lord. Cute. Light brown curly hair and greeny blue eyes. Not too tall, not too short. It was then that she noticed the title of the book he was reading. Interesting.

"Any good?" She asked. "Your book?"

Gavin held it up so she could see the cover properly. The title read 'Are You Ready For the Rapture?'

"Yes. It's great. Very encouraging." He supplied Sybil with some information about the book and its author.

Sybil's smile was warm. "Well, if you don't mind my asking, are you ready?"


***

How about you, dear Reader? Are you ready for the Lord's soon return?




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