Harmonica's Basin

Mama, if I had any right to call her that, had died a full week before I made my way into the world. The great flood of 1916 overflowed the banks of Banjo Creek, and amidst all that damage and destruction the muddy flood waters laid me gentle-like on its banks. Just a short spell before Granny stumbled upon me, all wrapped up in that ol' blue and green patchwork quilt that even now I wrap myself in for warmth.

Harm, a child born in the flood waters must now struggle between what she knows is right, and what the Almighty has told her to bear witness to. The path she choses will decide generations to come.