Whilst I sat in my room quietly asking questions of my own, this piece came in- I love how I can literally see and feel Sarah as though she were my next door neighbour… And even though I knew how the story would end I still read every word!
Sarah hummed to herself as she peeled potatoes for the evening meal. Abe would soon be back from inspecting his herd and she wanted the meal hot and ready for her beloved.
It was a beautiful evening; dusk crept up quietly into the pen of day and stole away the last vestiges of sunshine. Outside she could feel the wind restless and playful, tugging at the pegs of her tent and ruffling the coarse goat hair at its peak.
All was peaceful and quiet until she heard the joyous laughter of Ishmael playing hide and seek with his mother, Hagar. Like cheap pottery, the beauty of the fading day was shattered by the peals of merriment coming from those two. Jealousy and envy ripped at her core with the savagery of rampaging lions.
Ishmael usually reminded her of her inability to bear children. Abe had provided her with the best…
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