Hello, Friends!
Look what's going live on Amazon just in time for Christmas.
"What happens when you open a book and find yourself in the Past? You lay back and let the words carry you along. Enjoy a rollicking ride back in time with Tree of Many Colors."
It's only $.99 on KU until New Years Eve. Stop by and grab a copy!
THE
TREE OF MANY COLORS
CHAPTER 1—SNOW
It snowed most all week, and I savored the sight
of it—pure and white and full of expectations. Saturday morning, my wrinkled
nose grew cold, pressed hard against the window, wondering what had transpired
during the night. I stared through a never-ending wall of crystals, smiling as
the flakes floated through the air. I closed my eyes, imagining them slowly
drifting down and melting on my upturned face.
The yard looked like the North Pole, pure and
dream-like. Peering through the solid white downpour, I became stuck in a
stare, hoping to see Pa come walking up the road, shuffling through the white
powder any minute. I opened my pocket watch to check the time as the white
flakes swirled and magically transformed the yard.
Snow covered the rocky dirt road, and the trees
glittered white. Winter chased away the black coal dust that usually smothered
the town. The train tracks, now coated with a sugar fine dusting of white,
looked wonderful. Not like the usual cold, hard lines of steel leading from the
coal mine where Pa worked. I shivered, imagining myself in the middle of the
snowstorm.
Wiping moisture from the window, I rubbed the
wetness on my pajamas, my feet itching to get outside. Pa should have been here
by now. He wanted to help me build a snowman.
I pulled out my watch and squeezed the clasp
open. A chill crawled down my spine. Pa was two hours late.
And Pa was never late...
Love, Caroline!
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