What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree...
What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree...
All the way up the river she's been holding back somehow, waiting. Now you'll both have to wait. I'm not going to disappoint her, Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps.
From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.
How right- how incredibly, utterly right- and how impossible!
She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot sun pressed down on her so that she felt hot and empty. Slowly, the meadow began to fulfill its promise.
She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.
There was something irresistible about popcorn.
Tis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories