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Mirror Image pt 4 chpt 13 Everlasting LightMirror Image pt 4 chpt 13 by ~Bella-Dean
It was still very dark when he was awoken. After a restless night of sleep attributed to the tossing and turning of his wife, he was forced awake when she declared she was most definitely in labor. Luke sat next to her, holding her hand, and staring out the gap in the tent flaps. Today was supposed to be his turn to lead the army, and now he would have to pass.
Trent and Dionne were standing just outside quietly arguing on who should replace him. Trent had fought the previous day, but he thought it was more appropriate for her to be present than he should Farrah need additional help. Dionne's turn to lead was after Luke's,


Bluebell Skies and Copper-Hazel Eyes A scatter of wispy clouds hung about the bluebell sky. They glided along windy pathways much too high for the occupants of the desert below to feel. The scrubby trees did not move; the layer of dust on the hard, cracked ground did not spin about. Other than the waves of heat signaling to the sweltering day, the only movement came from the even breathing of a figure laying in the spars shade of one of the scrubby desert trees.Bluebell Skies and Copper-Hazel Eyes by ~Bella-Dean
Maeliana's baby blue sundress clashed with the sunburn rising on her exposed arms and face. She had wandered away from her friends during their weekend camping trip, and was now lost. The intense summer heat had exhaust


From the Desk of Hudson Hughes From the Desk ofFrom the Desk of Hudson Hughes by ~Bella-Dean
Hudson Hughes
May 29
I don't know how to start this. I guess I'll just say it. Last week my wife was shot and killed. I met with the company psychiatrist this morning, and he suggested I keep a journal for the next few months. He thinks it'll help. I've never done journaling, but I'm willing to try it if it helps me heal from this. I don't know what I'm supposed to say though. You hear about people getting killed when you watch the news or read the paper, but it's not one of those things that seem real. It isn't something that really happens. At least not to you or anyone you know. But then it does. One second you're sleep