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The
following is an excerpt from the novel by Susan Kay,
Letters For Sarah
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tiny figure turned over to lie on her back against the cold,
dirt floor. She slowly opened her eyes and couldn't help but
squint from the bright sunbeam glaring through the small crack
in the ceiling. It was the only light in the damp and dark
cellar. At first she couldn't remember where she was, but
the familiar, rancid smell of rotting potatoes made her realize
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After
adjusting her eyes to the glare of the sunbeam, Sarah tried
to stand up. She had been lying on the dirt floor with a
couple of scratchy old potato sacks as her pillow. Her movement
was slow and awkward as she pulled herself to her feet.
The old familiar throbbing was there and she felt pain from
her head to her toes. Hurting was part of her life, almost
a daily routine now, except for Sundays when her parents
took her to church. Sarah looked forward to Sundays.
She was on her feet now and moved cautiously to the door
of the smelly old potato cellar. She took hold of the latch
to open the door but hesitated when she heard her mother's
voice in the distance. She didn't want her mother to see
her until she was sure she had settled down from the earlier
rage against her. When her mother's voice faded and Sarah
knew she was gone, she tried to open the door but it wouldn't
budge. Her mother had locked her inside. Again.
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For
information on purchasing Letters For Sarah,
including personalized and autographed copies direct from
Susan Kay, and links to major retailers
and other other websites you may find interesting -
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click here
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2004,
Susan Kay Thompson |
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