Famine #68: Family
Hola Weekend Writing Warriors, readers, and friends! Gonna dive right into another eight sentences from Famine. Our little Matilde has grown from an eight-year-old street urchin to a nineteen-year-old lady, but she still needs her guardian.
Bartholomew rested his foot on the running board and studied Matilde. Gone from her face was little girl softness, but vulnerability remained in the gaze that she turned upon him. There was a plea within the blue depths of her eyes, a plea to give her connection and a reason for existing beyond just becoming a vessel for God’s vengeance. He took her hands.
“You are my family, Petit Oiseau. I don’t want to lose you.”
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