Look into my Eyes.... a collection of short stories from my soul.

Look into my Eyes....Part 1

The last three steps... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The last three steps to freedom...

But why was she so afraid?

She knew things had changed. 

The city beyond the curtain had grown. Houses by the hundreds climbed the hills, sheltering the families who came to Hibbing Industry lined the banks of the river, boats of all shapes and sizes carried cargo to and fro. The few shops that had huddled in the town square now stretched out like tentacles feed by the needs of the people. 

Change is sometimes good. 

Those in her mind, her body and soul were greater than what the eye could see. No longer the insecure child that walked into the convent a decade ago. She was taller, stronger from the daily training at the hands of her instructors. Her mind absorbed everything the sisters gave her; from the shorts acrostic to the endless volumes of text. She absorbed the knowledge. It was her soul she listened to the most, it had been nurtured and fed by the love of a peasant. 

So, with one long last breath she steeled herself, willing her feet to move her forward, into a new day. 

Her Coronation Day.