Indebted
Amy A. BartolI hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I'm going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne's lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way.
श्रेणियाँ:
साल:
2012
प्रकाशन:
CreateSpace
भाषा:
english
ISBN:
13502963
फ़ाइल:
EPUB, 372 KB
IPFS:
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english, 2012