Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 7): Rock

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Inspiring Critical Thinking and Community via Books, Lessons, and Story

      …  Parts 6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays:

 

          We’d started on our way again, in spite of it being daylight. It was early morning, with the rising sun just as freshly awakened as we were. I was awake and worrying about our plan so as not to worry about little Sal and Miss Mary. Anna had agreed that there was no point in waiting, since we were only about a day’s ride to our next station. Still, I fretted, though I tried not to let it show.

I did not want my companion troubled by my inconstant humors. That turned out to be a good thing, it would seem.

“Stop!” Her urgent whisper had sent pins and needles from my belly up through my arms.

“Get your head…

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3 thoughts on “Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 7): Rock”

  1. Thank you for sharing this short from my serial story Ann&Anna, Ned! I hope that it brings hope, learning, and determination to someone.

    Stay safe,
    Shira

    1. Works for me… This one reminded me of a wild ride on Chacho without saddle or bridle when he did not want to give anymore rides one day and tried to use a row of olive trees to dismount me. When I found out he had been over-ridden that day, I gave him an hour long rub down before tending to the scrapes on my back.

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