For: young readers
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Why I wrote ‘I Can’t Remember’ (details coming soon)
I CAN’T REMEMBER
Five-year old Amy Robinson lay, cold and damp, under the wide boughs of an evergreen tree. It was dark and rainy and she was all alone. Blood oozed from the wound on her head. Clutched in her one hand was her mud-splattered rag doll. Next to the little girl lay a wild animal, a wolf. It was curled against her as if sharing its warmth. Amy woke and had no idea where she was or why she was on a back-road all alone. She could not remember her name or any details of her past. Amy petted the wolf, thinking it was a dog. Dazed, she looked to her left then to her right. In both directions, the muddy mountain-road disappeared around the bends. When the wolf led her into the woods she followed.