Day One Hundred and Nineteen, Continued

I sat on the brick wall under the pastor's house.  I watched a girl walking back and forth on the bench under the big shade tree in the yard.

I looked at the garden in front of the house.  It had a new house frame built over it, and the plants inside were green and growing.

It was almost time to go home.  Beside me under the house, a baby lay quietly.  A wind began to blow around her, and the baby grew bothered by it.

The girl who I had seen balancing on the bench before was now sitting down on it.  Slowly, she slid backwards off the bench, landing with a cry of pain.

Her father came running and helped her up from the ground.  He found that she had landed on a rock the size of a fist.  He threw the rock away and helped her back to the house.