Nellie sensed fear in their voices, their worn work glove faces told of foreboding.
The orphaned shell, once her farmhouse, spit her out in disgust and anger
So, Nellie and her best friend, Roger cat, found their safe place on a tractor in the desolate wasteland where crops once flourished.
She recalled fun times riding with her dad, and longed to have him beside her again.
But the world was turning, life was becoming cold, and Nellie knelt on that seat, vice grip hands clinging to the wheel of her flying machine.
As her parents moved toward her with suitcases and tears, she was the beautiful bird soaring high and far away.
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| Art by Mike Handley |
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