My feet are sinking in the warm sand, I look up at the sky, the third sun is about to set, we have to find shelter fast. I look down at my brother, his small hand ... dead mother, I sang for myself, but most of all I sang to the horrid world we live
Gunshots... Screams... Laughter... Sirens... Nothing... I woke up with a start as the flashback of when I was 10 came back. I came down the stairs in my aunt ... moment, when "delinquent" left her mouth is when I noticed my fist going into her face.
"Come on Stella!" " I am brushing Clover's mane" " You can do that later,can't you?" " I suppose,come'ere girl" This was amost everyday with my sister,Stella and her horse ... TWO ARE DOWN AT BIG OAK?" Me and Stella looked at each other Uh Oh........
The small town had always been called Rossville, even though it was deserted, by citizens of the surrounding, larger cities. They scoffed at the way it had fallen into ... you like this please respond with Yes! If not, reply with No! Thanks!)