Babysitting Struggles: Prologue by boundbymywords, literature
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Babysitting Struggles: Prologue
Babysitting Struggles
Prologue
The barren, rolling fields seemed to run forever as the two-door coupe sped furiously down the country road. On each side, frost clung to the dead grass as proof that the last days of winter still had a grip on the rural country-side. Though it had been a harsh season of cooler temperatures and dreary days, evidence that spring was right around the corner was apparent by a few of the trees beginning to bloom off in the distance.
The towering skyscrapers of Pearl City became smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror as the babysitter’s foot pressed down hard on the accelerator. She was
For Cathy, sundown was the best part of the day. Still light enough for her to see the world but close enough to night for it to seem calm and peaceful. She liked nothing more than to rest against one of the large rocks that littered this part of the American Mid-West, and watch as the world slowly sank into inky blackness of night.
She tipped up the rim of her Stetson, having pulled over her eyes. She didn't need it now the sun was about to set. She smiled as she heard an impatient grunt from her horse, telling her it was time to go home. She got up and began to wipe the dust off of her jean mini shorts, red and white chequered shirt o