Mirror of hope: Hope deferred makes the heart sick (Proverbs 13 v 12)

By Ann Obayuwana

Marcos was an accomplished painter who had given up on love and had decided that he was going to grow old and maybe wise but being wise was not guaranteed after what he had just experienced.

His parents were his bench mark for love and marriage he held his life up to, his mum was always trying to find him the “one”, his dad knew his wife meant well but couldn’t stop herself.

He knew he loved painting and could often dream in colour, he dreamt about fairies, sandy beaches, the circus and other wonderful things but one constant in his dreams was something he would never be able to tell anyone about, or they would definitely have the men in white coats with strait jackets come and bundle him in the back of an ambulance or ensure he had no sharp knives around to do a Van Gogh.

Was he going mad or does love make you crazy? Queen said it right in “Crazy little thing called love”.

Come and see what or who Marcos was going crazy for.

Would you hold out for the love of your life, do you even believe there is only one person for you?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Sep 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781398446137

Ann Obayuwana

Ann Obayuwana was born in Liverpool and lived there till she was 14 years old. She moved with her family to Skelmersdale and then later moved to London. After a lifetime of working in social housing, her last job was being the head of resident service at YMCALSW. She and her husband moved back to her birthplace. During lockdown, Ann thought back to her school days and how she used to love writing stories. So, she thought she would set herself a challenge and found she still enjoyed writing. Now she hopes others will enjoy it too.

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Mirror of Hope

Hope deferred makes the

heart sick (Proverbs 13 v 12)

Ann Obayuwana

Austin Macauley Publishers

Mirror of hope

About the Author

Dedication

Copyright Information ©

Acknowledgement

About the Author

Ann Obayuwana was born in Liverpool and lived there till she was 14 years old. She moved with her family to Skelmersdale and then later moved to London. After a lifetime of working in social housing, her last job was being the head of resident service at YMCALSW. She and her husband moved back to her birthplace. During lockdown, Ann thought back to her school days and how she used to love writing stories. So, she thought she would set herself a challenge and found she still enjoyed writing. Now she hopes others will enjoy it too.

Dedication

To my husband, Isaac Obayuwana, who had always supported me and given me confidence to chase my dreams.

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Ann Obayuwana 2022

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgement

To Austin Macauley Publishers who took a chance on a

new author.

Marcos Whyte was looking for a mirror for his art studio. He had seen many new ones but he wanted something that had some age to it, he went to boot sales, charity shops, Jumble sales, but nothing felt right.

As he worked in his studio, which overlooked his rambling garden, he saw something glittering in the sun. He went to see what it was, maybe it was a reflection from the window or a pool of water. He walked down the wet winding path to the area he could see out of the window.

It had rained all night and the garden had that lovely after rain smell, the sun was shining and the water glistened on the leaves of the trees, the fruit trees were laden with fruit nearly ready to harvest. He finally got to the back of the garden and pushed away the ivy growing on the wall and there was a mirror. How it got there, however, was a mystery. Marcos was sure he had worked in the garden in that area, so how did this mirror get there? He picked up the mirror, it had some foxing and a small crack in a corner but it was just what he was looking for.

Marcos carried the mirror into his studio, he tried it on every wall and finally decided the right place was on the wall opposite where he painted. The mirror had such depth and reflective qualities, he decided he wouldn’t have to