An Excerpt From
The Rhiannon Blade A Serialised Novel of Quantum Mind and soul Evolution
by
Tom Leigh cmh.c.hyp.p.nlp
Still feeling as if her guardian angel was hovering over her, Tanya felt calm, safe and happy to be where she was.
There were over twenty children ranging in age from three to eight years old. The three child minders had their hands full and were grateful for any help they could get.
As usual some of the children became interested in what Tanya was doing so a small crowd followed on, joining in the fun as Sally invented little games.
Sarah set a breathless pace and it wasn't long before they reached the new rocking horse. It was a handsome beast with a strong mane of golden hair.
Sarah stroked it first then tried to climb on.
The horse was a big one but Sarah was a very determined little girl. Sally tried to help, but Sarah was independent. 'I can do it,' she insisted.
Tactfully, Sally guided the little feet and hands and at last Sarah was mounted and the wild gallop began.
The fun was at its height when they heard the helicopter. 'A chopterplane!' cried a five-year-old boy.
'It's a helicopter, silly' his older brother corrected him, running to the plate glass windows.
It was still raining.
Not heavily, but a steady, drenching drizzle.
Even so as the heavy engine noise drew nearer an exodus began.
More children took up the cry: 'A helicopter!' A helicopter!'
The child minders, seeing the rain, tried to halt the general rush as the children ran to see the machine.
Hearing the din, Sarah took up the cry: ''Copter! 'Copter!'
'It's raining, love,' Sally said trying to dissuade her.
The helicopter came nearer, the whap, whap, whap of its rotors almost overhead and the noise of the engine and the downdraft beginning to rattle the windows.
It was very low. Lower than normal for the regular coast patrol, though they knew the Park and made it their business to wave to the children when it didn't interfere with their work.
The children crowded the doors and windows, but that wasn't enough for the bolder spirits: they rushed out into the rain.
The rest followed.
Sally saw Tanya go out following the children and there was no gainsaying the little bundle of trouble in her charge.
Sarah almost fell off the horse in her eagerness to see the 'Copter'.
Sally caught the child as she plunged off the rocking horse and ran with her out into the rain.
Iris and Jean followed laughing.
The helicopter swung in a half circle, its rotors beating at the air.
The children waved and shouted.
The machine hovered less than a hundred feet up.
A man leaned out and waved.
The children cheered.
Miss Watson back in the playroom shook her head in an overwhelming love for the children's excitement.
She walked slowly across the vacated playroom, a contented smile on her pleasant features. If things had gone differently in her life, Miss Mildred Watson would have made a very good mother.
The blast lifted her bodily and something struck her forcibly at the back of the head.
Then she was hurled through the plate glass window.
The spotter in the helicopter saw a crowd of children run down the lawn followed by four women one carrying a little girl.
Then the two plate glass windows shattered and a body was hurled out onto the lawn.
The machine lurched as it was caught in the huge bubble of air that issued from the explosion.
The winch man was almost flung out of the open door.
Sally felt a mighty wind strike her from behind. She was lifted off her feet as the bang enveloped her and twisted frantically to get under the child as she felt herself falling. She hit the ground hard.
Tanya sighting her camera was blown like chaff.
The world spun about her, sky trees and grass reeling across her vision. Then she felt a jarring impact and knew no more.
The children went down like skittles.
Jean and Iris went down with them.
Shards of glass sliced wickedly through the air.
There was a deafening concussion: then, silence.
The Rhiannon Blade is a serialised novel available at one part per week.
You can get it here: http://www.psi-aware.com
A retired hypnotherapist and lecturer, Tom Leigh is a graduate of the University of Metaphysical Sciences with a Masters degree. He is currently continuing his studies while writing a thesis for his doctorate. He loves sailing and owns a yacht that is two years older than himself, a classic cutter called Cloche d'Or, which means 'The Golden Bell'. It was built in 1939 in Holland. The Rhiannon Blade: http://www.psi-aware.com
