Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 6): Believe

 

                 Part 5 was last Sunday

 

     “Yes, Ma’am.”  I nodded again, hoping she was right, but not truly believing it, in my heart of hearts.  I reached out, and she opened her hand, lacing her fingers through mine. I could have stayed like that forever, but old Mary shifted her weight, reminding us that none of us were our own mistresses.  We must hurry on, if we were to remain out of chains.

 

     “Believe it.”    How did she do that?  There it was.  She had that twinkle in her eye.

 

She gently released my hand, patting Mary’s broad neck as she glanced at my reins before ducking under the head of her own horse.  She was mounted before I even noticed.  She was so practiced at this, I knew, but still felt in awe of her dexterity.  Both of mind and of body.

 

As we continued in the direction which, if I recalled my lessons correctly, was meant to be North by North West, I wondered how much longer we might be out here, at the mercy of any poor Marylander in need of our reward money.

 

For, rewards, on both our heads, there surely would be.

 

     “I don’t mean to pry, but I do wonder something.”  I turned my head, and saw that twinkle, again.  “Will we be out here, I mean in these woods, for much longer?”

 

     “No, Miss Willow,” she’d answered with the softness of a fuzzy pod seed, “we will not.”  She’d looked over at me, touching me with her eyes.  “Another day or so, at the outside.  By then we should be in the town of Westminster, where we are to meet up with Dr. H.”

 

I felt badly then, recalling how the panic of little Sal and my dear Miss Mary had spoiled our carefully laid plans for a quiet escape, forcing the retreat to our secondary, and less convenable, escape plans.  I could only hope and pray that things did not go too hard with Sal, Mary, and the others back there, who had been made to pay for my errors, the last time.

I could not bear to think on it.

 

       This is the continuation scene in my new series  Ann&Anna.  I  hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.

 Part 5 was last Sunday, and Part 7 (Rock), posted the next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

Shira

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Shira

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32 thoughts on “Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 6): Believe

    1. Heh, heh: well, she’s about to find out that riding remains a learned skill…

      When I was cleaning out stalls in exchange for lessons, I saw one very experience rider come off a horse who’d caught a hoof on a rock: beautiful forward shoulder roll right down the horses’s neck, and the girl practically landed on her feet! I had to wonder how many years she’d been riding to be able to do that, because I was sure that I couldn’t, and after a few months, I was very good for a beginner. No one with zero experience could keep her seat with sudden lurches, jumps, or side skits. Expecially in long flufy dresses and a corset.

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    1. Miranda!! Hi, I’m so glad to ‘see’ you before you get to the latest post! Ignore that last word with an exclamation point in Willow’s thoughts -it’s not what it looks like!! Or, rather, it is not what it looks like it will be!! Please don’t be upset! It will actually be better than it looks, next week (and much longer, too…)!!
      Please bear with the story, because

      Things Are Not Always what the “seem” …

      slightly scared Shira

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        1. 🙂

          I wrote both segments, and then realized that it’s coming out a bit like Harry Potter, in that things are seldom exactly as they appear, and I really like that about the story! I’m so very glad that you are finding it suspenseful, and enjoying the chars, too! 🙂 Several readers wondered, at the start, if it could possibly be a happy story, and I am glad to report that yes, it can!
          🙂

          Many Safe Air Hugs to you, as well!
          🙂

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