Alyssa wondered what the girls name was. In the words of her ancestors she called on the creator to be merciful. Then she tilted her face to the sky and lifted her voice to the heavens as she sang a ancient lullaby. She felt the child relax and the child’s heart rate slow.
A tap on her shoulder disturbed her as a voice said, we will take her mother. Elijah had returned with his father.
Three days later they returned with gifts including bell cloches; but the best gifts were a name – Anaya – and a pale but smiling female child.
I hope that is story stands alone, although it is a follow on story to ‘Change or Die’ which I posted yesterday. As I write this footnote there is another story knocking to get out, a story about Marjory: I will post it if it comes to anything.