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Rosie's Story. Episode Two. Serialiazed Free Coffee Break Read

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Episode Two




Rosie's Story. Episode Two



Rosie couldn't get enough of the "great out doors" as her parents called it. Whether she was at the beach, the botanical gardens or at the park, each outing was filled with delight. With awe.

"Cherry, come over here." Rosie was crouching precariously on the edge of a rockpool. "A starfish! Look at his squidgy legs!"

Cherry raced over and crouched near Rosie. "Five. It has five legs." She smiled. Together, they identified several more wonders before it was time to head over to the beach umbrella for lunch and more sunblock.

For all of her love for nature, Rosie was a true bookworm, and with  her long brown braids and freckles, she looked the part. Cherry, on the other hand, was an outgoing redhead who never seemed to sit still. It was Rosie who often had to be coaxed out of the book world she'd wondered into. 

Rosie's favourite mode of travel was the tired old armchair in the corner of her bedroom. Once she was curled up on it with and open book in her hand, she could easily find herself in another world.

Once home from the beach, Rosie's thoughts returned to the bright occupants of the rockpool. Had God made them? Or was her school book right? 

She picked up the nature book she'd found on her parent's bookshelf and flipped through it. The more she looked, the more it became clear what the book believed. 

So, it must be true then, if all the books say so. 

Quietly, almost imperceptively, the magic and joy of her childhood began to dim.



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To be continued...

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Copyright: Alison Lawrence


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