Sunday, December 1, 2013
Hello everyone and happy Sunday! Come journey back to the Amish community of Gasthof Village, Indiana Territory, 1888 in this installment of Rebekah's Quilt.
The thunder was so loud when it ripped with a booming crack outside her window that Rebekah jumped, landing in a heap on the floor. Her waist-length blonde mane twisted in her fall and clung to her face like Peter’s bandana had clung to his neck.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Rebekah’s sleepy eyes flew open wide to view the world with adrenaline-charged vision.
The flashes of lightening were so bright that Rebekah was forced to cover her eyes with her arms. Even then, she could feel the brief heat from the striking bolts on her skin.
The rain hammered violently on her windows, demanding to be let in -or else.
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