SPARROW REMEMBERS
Stolen from her bed in the cold white darkness of a
Canadian winter, Sparrow’s last sight of home was the sun rising beyond the
grain silo beside her house.
Instead of attending school, she chopped wood,
broke ice for water in winter, suffered mosquito swarms in summer, and endured
nights under a stinking blanket with her captor.
She was thirteen when another little girl appeared –
then she remembered that image.
With the child on her back she trudged east,
scavenging for food, hiding from strangers, focussed only on one thing – the
vision of sunrise over her parents’ farm.
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Dawn Miller's photograph may well have been taken in Canada - it reminds me of the country around my son's home in Ontario, where he lives with his Canadian wife and two small daughters. So my mind instantly put together Canada, little girls, and the photo's focus to create my story.
You can read what other writers made of the image by following links from Rochelle's blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/
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Dawn Miller's photograph may well have been taken in Canada - it reminds me of the country around my son's home in Ontario, where he lives with his Canadian wife and two small daughters. So my mind instantly put together Canada, little girls, and the photo's focus to create my story.
You can read what other writers made of the image by following links from Rochelle's blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/
