Rite Of Passage
by JoEllen Conger
Corrine is near exhaustion on the downward trail. Pausing for breath on an open ridge, she hears a strange, whistling sound. At first, she is unable to identify it. Anxiety rising, she whirls about and raises her eyes to the sky to see the she-eagle plummeting toward her. She doesn’t know whether to expect a greeting or an attack. She only knows she mustn’t run.