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A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 8"There are a lot of things that you can't begin to grasp about my world, Johan. So much technology...that "wagon" that we were in, for example..." Abigail trailed off as the time machine continued spinning through the decades.
"What about it?" Johan asked.
"It doesn't use horses to pull it. It uses a gas engine."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, that's what I'm talking about. Unless you live in my world, your mind will never grasp all the inventions and things that mankind has brought into existence. You two couldn't survive for long in my world, I'm afraid."
Just then, Peewit moaned miserably. "I'm not long for this world anyway," he
A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 7When they were securely inside the round metal box that was the time machine, Abby immediately began twisting knobs and pulling levers. She didn't know how this thing worked. But she had an idea that she would soon find out.
Something began to happen. The box lurched and rattled, swaying back and forth. Then the three of them could feel it moving as if being self-propelled.
Abby knew that they were travelling to another era. But the problem was, which era? She wanted to get Johan and Peewit back to their own time period, but had no idea how to do it. But at least they would be free from Mitch, Buck, and especially her father.
A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 6The van sped onto a highway and then turned into yet another deserted area, but this time it was in an abandoned industrial area. Rows of ugly warehouses zoomed past view, until the vehicle finally stopped in front of one.
Abby whispered to the two captives, nervousness in her voice- even at a whisper: "As soon as the back doors open, I want all three of us to break out of here. We'll split up- Johan, you go right. Peewit, go left. And I will go straight. Once we're out of sight of these men, all of us will meet in a smaller building in the back of the large one. I know my way around here, it's known as 'The Compound'. These men aren
A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 5"Mmmphmmm "
Abby had heard the sound before but had ignored it, until she realized that it was coming from where Johan and Peewit had been lying unconscious in the back of the van for the past several minutes. They were starting to come out of it!
She knew she couldn't go over to them. If she did, Mitch and Buck would probably slap her and knock the boys out again, and if so, they may never wake up again.
"Oooh, my head Johan? Where am I? What happened?" Peewit moaned.
"Hunh? Peewit? Is that you?"
"What is this thing we're in, Johan?"
"It seems to be some kind of a wagon. What else could it be?" Johan answered his friend
A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 4After what seemed like an eternity of listening to Peewit's poor excuse of singing, the three of them finally came to a small clearing in the woods with a narrow dirt path meandering between the trees.
"Well, we're almost there", sighed Abby, panting. My house is just through there."
This was another lie, and Abigail was the only one aware of the two burly men sneaking up behind them. She attempted to distract Johan and Peewit by pointing into the forest and claiming that she could see her house from here. They squinted and strained, and Peewit insisted that he saw a cottage and then everything went black.
Abby's father's friends w
A Road Less Travelled- Ch. 3As they continued down the deserted road, Peewit continued to grumble about his hunger as well as being scolded all the time, when suddenly he seemed to remember something.
"Johan, you told me to mind my manners, but what about yours? You never even introduced us to our new guest!"
Taken aback, Johan gasped. "You're right!"
Abby spoke up immediately. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm Abigail. You can just call me Abby. Everyone does."
She knew that she had to pretend not to have any idea who these two were. But in fact, she really didn't know much about them. Just what she'd heard in stories as a small child so long ago now. They we
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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