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The Girl and the Stone

Novel By: lanchava

A girl left abandoned to fend for herself on the remote island of Shetland finds a strange object that would change her life forever. For the better or for the worst, though? View table of contents...



Submitted:May 11, 2009    Reads: 73    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The dew covered grass made the soles of the girl's dirty feet sodden, but still she trudged on through the calm field, never even noticing the animal droppings from the sheep going onto her feet. Her blur orbs were entirely focused on an oval shaped object lying abandoned by the fence of the field. A young black lamb bleated and ran for its mother when it spotted the tall, blonde haired girl. A pregnant ewe baaed at the intruder, and scurried away. Still, the girl was focused on that solitary object.

A stillness was in the rare sunny weather. A few scarce clouds pouted the hilltops, and the hazy shape of the tallest hill, Ronas Hill, stood gracefully in the background. A red throated diver called from nearby, and a chorus of Arctic terns joined in. The steady sound of the padding of her feet made the girl peaceful and calm, after the tragic ordeal she had not long encountered.

The big, round burning sun shone right into her sensitive eyes, which made her blinded for a moment, her hands going automatically towards her face to cover her eyes. She stumbled on a small rock and fell face first onto the wet ground, getting a mouthful of grass. She stood up on shaking legs, and brushed herself off, realising with caution that she had reached the oval object.

It shimmered and shone in the light, and she admired the emerald coloured object, that looked almost like an enlarged version of a chicken egg. She fought hard not to laugh, and warily bent down and plucked it into her two hands. She tentatively felt the outside, and gasped in astonishment when she realised that it was as smooth as the outside of a car. She gazed at it in wonder, and a flicker of fear entered her bright, intelligent eyes. Should she keep it, or leave it here and let somebody else take it? An urge to take it overwhelmed her, for she had taken up her time to walk across the field, climbing over barbed wire fencing, to find this fabulous stone. She pulled her black rucksack from her back and carefully placed the valuable looking stone into the bag, placing her bottle and food above it, and lifted the pack onto her aching back, and trudged back the way she had come.


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