The Rogue Speaks:
Here is my offering for Jenny's 55th Saturday Centus. Now I am off to celebrate my best friend's birthday. More on that later--I'm late as usual! Oh, and please stay for a while and listen to my music. It was written by one of my favorite composers. Do you know who it is?
The attic lay silent in the heat of an August sun. Beams of sunlight, shimmering with dust motes, fell across the glass of the old mirror. Maddy stood transfixed, her wide eyes staring back at her from the reflection in the mirror. The image she saw was that of the child she used to be.
Slowly, she turned and found her place in the little rocker. Sitting down with her baby doll held gently in her arms, she began to rock and sing. Then she became aware of her father, standing beside her.
"Hi, Maddy," he said. "What are you doing?"