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When the Wind Blows: Uncollected Anthology, #19
When the Wind Blows: Uncollected Anthology, #19
When the Wind Blows: Uncollected Anthology, #19
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When Lani was a very little girl, she pretended she could speak to the wind, an understandable pastime for an imaginative child whose father had been carried away by a tornado, never to be seen again.

Many years later, caught in a fierce winter storm in the Colorado wilderness, she asks the wind for help out of desperation.

And the wind answers.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 15, 2019
ISBN9781393777397
When the Wind Blows: Uncollected Anthology, #19

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    When the Wind Blows - Jamie Ferguson

    When the Wind Blows

    When the Wind Blows

    Jamie Ferguson

    Blackbird Publishing

    Contents

    When the Wind Blows

    About the Author

    The Uncollected Anthology

    Uncollected Anthology Member Websites

    When the Wind Blows

    When I was a very little girl, I used to speak with the wind.

    I couldn’t really, of course. Mom and I lived quite a way outside of town, so I spent long hours playing on my own, making up stories and games to entertain myself. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that I came up with this particular notion—before I was even born my father had been swept up by a tornado and carried off, never to be seen again. Unsurprisingly, I developed a fascination with the weather.

    I was five when I told my mother I talked with the wind. She yelled at me, her voice as loud and ferocious as a thunderstorm, her face crinkled up and crimson with anger. She said the wind couldn’t talk unless magic was real, there was no such thing as magic, and that I should never, ever lie about made-up things.

    I stopped playing my game, and never mentioned it again. On breezy days I’d stay inside, lest I start

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