Beneath the pines.
I had been sleeping in the saddle for a while when someone spoke near me and I woke up. The rain was freezing against my neck and my tunic was cold and wet. 890 more words
“Where’s Timmothy?” Miss Brown asked.
“Timmothy’s not here.” Lucy answered.
“Are we finally going to have an exorcism?” She asked eagerly.
“Oh, you’re out of luck,” Lucy leaned against the wall opposite the bed, thick sunglass concealing her eyes. 715 more words
Now, I don’t consider myself a terribly nervous person. But, let me tell you, my first child has put my easygoing, take-life-as-it-comes personality to the test pretty much from day one. 892 more words