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A Lost Hero
A Lost Hero
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he torpedoes, and rushing away with them, vanished in the darkness. The unknown, collarless dog followed him. Donny, sobbing and calling his father's name, pushed on as well as he could by himself. As he ran he tried to say his prayers, but all he could remember was, "Our Father who art in heaven."
[Illustration: "THIS COMFORTED THE LAD INCREDIBLY."]
Then he thought, how soon might his father on earth be father in heaven, too? He could not say that prayer. The boy, like many an older and wiser than Donny, only cried instead of praying. As he ran along in this sad fashion, something hit against him, whinnying in the dark. It was Ben Bow, the horse he had ridden ever since he was a baby. Now, this comforted the lad incredibly, to have one of the family with him.
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THE old man and the train were now face to face. The locomotive came cautiously, for the shocks had penetrated far up the road, but too fast--far too fast. Where the track had gone to pieces, a mass of twisted rails
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A quaint, old-timey feel-good short story about a kid in South Carolina waiting for his dad to come in on the train. Then comes the longest and most coincidental earthquake in human history.
The only thing I took away from the story is that sometimes impoverished and ignorant black men can be useful.
The only thing I took away from the story is that sometimes impoverished and ignorant black men can be useful.
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FEATURED AUTHOR - 'The Plotting Shed' (see her blog http://www.intheplottingshed.com/) was Alex Martin's first writing space at the bottom of her Welsh garden. Now she splits her time between Wales and France and plot wherever she is. She still wanders aimlessly in the countryside with her dog and her dreams and she can still be found typing away with imaginary friends whispering in her ear, but these days she has the joy of seeing her stories published and the treasured feedback from readers who've enjoyed them.