She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. Her heart sank as she looked down at the low mud-colored town. The clouds were low and threatening.
She turned, gathering her long calico skirts in one hand and reaching for him with the other.
“Is that it?”
She nodded. They stood together, looking down. The sky grumbled again and she closed her eyes. How was she going to do this, just her and this fragile boy?
She opened her eyes and followed his pointing arm. The clouds had parted above the town and a broad beam of light now danced on the rooftops, turning the walls golden.
She squeezed his hand and they smiled at each other. “Yes, this is it,” she said. “Our new life.”
Copyright 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson