I take a deep breath and heave the cabbage as hard as I can at the sky. It rises, hangs for just an instant against the tree line, and falls. I run to catch it but can’t make it in time. it hits the dirt at the garden’s edge with a crack. The trees shiver in a disapproving wind. Annell had a better arm than I do. Her throws always rose high enough that the skies accepted her sacrifice. Why isn’t she here? Why did she have to leave instead of me?
BCS 300: Five Aspects of River and Sky
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