“Finish the assignment,” said Rosamund. She was a year older than her sister, and carried her responsibility with all the gravity an eleven-year-old could muster, which was a great deal of gravity, indeed.
Category: Story A Day May
It was hard enough to grow anything in the city, let alone Earth plants, but the books always wanted to see the origins of the foods within their texts, and the library hadn’t room for Clan of the Cave Bear’s mastodons.
“If you don’t stop teasing me about it, I’m going to … run away from home!” (I wouldn’t, of course, but that’s what I said to her this morning.)
And she said, “Aha!” and wrote this story.