Chapter One

Skip was quiet; no one knew why he was so quiet but no one really questioned him about it. If someone did ask he would tell them he’s a deep thinker and needs silence to keep his concentration.

With his chores done for the evening he sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, the brown clay mud in front of the barn squelched under his feet as he walked back towards the house. Skip never wore shoes during the evening chores especially when it rained because cleaning his shoes was much harder than cleaning his feet.

The light drizzle misted his face mingling with the now cooling sweat as he closed his eyes tilting his head back to feel the rain fall onto his skin. Skip smiled wide at the moment of reprieve before squaring his shoulders and continuing to the house.

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