“Why give a sword speech, thought and will if you can’t move?” ...

“Poor old Barbara-Ann...” ...

Enna took up a wooden sword, the dawn behind her...

“Who am I, and why am I dressed like some old witch?” Sammy helped her fellow tween up. “A minute ago, you were an old witch!” “Oh. I don’t remember.” “You said you’d forget. You wanted a new beginning.” “Oh. Okay. I’m… Aggie. Right? Are we friends?” “We are, now.” Copyright © by Jason H.... Continue Reading →