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Friday Fictioneers, 1 March 2013: One Mite

Sara-Jane’s life had, up until this moment, been filled with adventure. She’d left home with her betrothed at the tender age of 11 (that’s how they’d done it then—he was a deacon in their family church and was a wise man of 18). She’d not been able to have children and had therefore been discarded, but it had not affected her negatively. She’d gone off in the ’49 International Harvester pickup her dad had given her and explored the world. Now, destitute, she had to let it go.

"but she, out of her poverty, put in all she owned"

Written for this week's Friday Fictioneers. PS: italicized verse portion can be explored here.

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