A winsome figure, she stood by the lake - a sentinel in the morning sun. Occasionally a fish popped to the surface only to dissapear in a splash of bubbles. Birds flittered through the canopy of trees and from somewhere she heard the baying of the cows in the adjacent fields.
This was her place. She fancied that she knew every stone, every blade of grass, every thing, living and not. Between them all, a special understanding existed. Unlike in the city, full of human vipers and evil, no harm had ever come to her here.
This was her place. She fancied that she knew every stone, every blade of grass, every thing, living and not. Between them all, a special understanding existed. Unlike in the city, full of human vipers and evil, no harm had ever come to her here.
Here is where she came to evade the fumes, noise and endless streams of people in the city. Five more summers to go-five more summers before she could live by the water for good.
Shoes off, her feet sank into the mud as she curled and uncurled her small toes. She liked the feeling, the moist, the wet. So immersed in her own thoughts and the natural wonder that surrounded her, she neither heard nor saw the snake approach nor felt its stinging greeting.
She would not have to wait five more summers to stay here for good afterall.
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Story by Pamela Tyree Griffin
