The Fallen

The Fallen by Tiffany Greenfield


The letter arrived 6 months after Pa died.  Mama couldn’t read a word so the preacher’s daughter, Miss Becker, read it to us.  We didn’t know where Santa Rosa Island was but Mama liked to think that it was someplace special.  I never did tell Mama that I knew when he fell, but I think she saw it in my eyes.  She had long since realized I had the gift.  I would see him sometimes before the dawn, standing by the corner of the barn.  He was waiting for her, I didn’t tell her that either.  The leaves wouldn’t be the only thing falling from the tall walnut tree behind the barn but at least he would be there to catch her.


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