"That's it then." Trish patted Yedi, her prized Arabian stallion, on the neck. She sat erect and yet relaxed. The sun inched higher above the eastern mountains. May was always a beautiful month, one she looked forward to for more than the new greenery. It was the month of her birthday--May seventeenth, and the date she used to mark visits from Grammy, and her stories. Stories of travel and wild adventures, "â€¦criss-cross my heart and hope never to die." Stories Grammy Patricia had promised were true.
|The Talisman - Crisscross by Shaunna Gonzales|