Story Part 3"Oh Liz...” Her voice was soft, remembering her little sister and the time she wasted. The black horse nickered at Isabel, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Reaching out she tentatively stroked its velvety nose, soft and warm. He was gorgeous, and before she knew it she was on his back her arms draped around his neck and her nose nuzzled into his mane. She decided it was so nice, but was she thinking? What if his owner saw her? Before she could get her leg over and slide off he moved. She’d never ridden before and clung to his mane not wanting to fall off, but from what the inexperienced rider could tell hStory Part 3
Story pt. 2They sent her to a more permanent location to ‘attend to her needs’. She looked so sick whenever I visited, not at all like the girl who loved to play. Even when she’d given up on asking me to go, her eyes still seemed to plead. While her body grew so weak, her gaze was strong. Then, the doctor said there was nothing left to try and we should just make her comfortable and pray, like that would help. How could this be true? I couldn’t see her after that, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. For awhile I could almost forget she was sick, it was like she’d be coming home anytime, or was out wandering in the woods. NotStory pt. 2
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