Wheeling Gull Isle lasnat

in honor of mass archival, shall we?

one didn't make it
this stabbed in a harsh way at heda's gut, caused her to glance back along her shoulderblade toward where the kids slept.
but she must not fear. she must trust god.
before heda could ask another question, she heard the blur in her husband's voice and then his soft breaths of sleep. "we won't have to do it alone," heda said, kissing his cheek before she too closed her eyes, settling against him for what she intended only to be a small catnap.
the stars glowed down over sweetharbor.