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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
CRY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT
Ten-year-old Annie had never ridden on a train. Cousin Anastasia said it would take her and her brother to Springfield. How odd. Stasia never kissed her before. What did Uncle John mean when he muttered, “Almshouse”?
“D’ya think Nellie and Mama and Johnny are happy in Heaven, Jimmie?” Annie asked.
His feverish snoring answered her. She wished she could see the scenery whizzing by.
“Not to worry, little one,” said her invisible faerie friend with an Irish brogue. “Someday you’ll do great things.”
“Me? How? I’m only an ignorant blind girl nobody wants.”
“Trust me, darlin’ Annie Sullivan. You will.”