Wild Ash

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 15, 2010, 9:00


by Julie, age 13

It was a hot summer night, the kind where everyone opens their doors and sits outside until the light fades. A girl sat on a blanket spread of the damp grass, in front of a cottage a bit farther up the mountain than the rest. Her wooden needles clicked, jerking back and forth, her eyes fixed on them. The old woman sitting next to her was knitting, too, but the movements of her dark, wrinkled fingers were smooth, and she looked down the mountain, at the cottages clustered together.

The sky was turned from light blue to violet, and the translucent moon was shaped


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