Ann and Anna, (serial short story, Part 9): Found

      …  Part 8,  (Lost),  posted on last Sunday…

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     I heard that strange bird make it’s call again, closer still, which augured nothing good.  If this was to be my end, I wanted to at least let old Mary here get away.  I tried to lift my head, and got kicked by more lightening bugs for my trouble.  Never knew those bugs could kick anything, but they sure did.  I tried to puff out a breath.  No.  That only made her come closer.  I began to feel myself tremble, and even thought I smelled the stench of fear that could only come from my body.  Horse sweat smelled sweeter and pure.  That smell was so close I could see myself rolling up onto old Mary’s back, my leg levitating over the saddle as if by some art of magic.  The pain that exploded through my body as my head came up was no magic.  Try though I did to stay quiet, a croak escaped my throat .

“Hush, now.”

     I was sure I’d finally gone mad, out here.  I imagined I had heard the voice of my dear sweet Anna, whom I feverishly hoped was far away, safe from these dangers.  Feeling a gentle touch upon my neck, I tried opening my eyes again, and beheld four familiar windows into the soul of the one I most feared to see:  Anna was indeed there beside me, rolling me onto old Mary, who had apparently once again done her circus trick of laying her large frame right down on the ground.  This blessed creature had practically wormed herself under my body, somehow.  Kneeling right beside her, in double beauty, were two images of my Anna.  My dear, sweet, wonderful, and now also in danger, Anna.  I tried to warn her about that strange bird, but my mouth only admitted a grimace, and then the lightening bugs had their say, forcing my eyes closed again in a nauseated haze.  I felt a finger upon my lips as the earth seemed to pull my limbs down, and then, forgive me, the pain and smells all faded away again.

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

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  Part 8 was last Sunday, and Part 10 will be

next Sunday.

I look forward to your thoughts.

S. Destinie (in certain communities…)

Action Prompts:

1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking.

2.) Write a story, post or comment, below, that uses those thoughts.

Dear Readers, ideas on learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning, on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness, & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport  

 

Peace    

Shira Destinie A. Jones, MPhil, MAT, BSCS

the year, 2021 CE = year 12021 HE

 

       and story inspires learning, and historical stories inspire tool-building, right?

  “Of course right!”

 

 

 

Shira 

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