Call of the Goddess
The little girl kept her lips tightly shut, refusing to say goodbye. Ileanne did not want them to leave her. She wiped her cheeks dry with her hand, but the hot tears kept streaming down into the creases of her lips. Her cheeks felt raw. Her mother cried, too, but urged her only child to stay with the strangers. Ileanne witnessed the pained look on her mother’s face, a frightful look of sadness. The girl hated her parents for turning their backs and climbing into the car to leave. Beneath the Great Storm, the wind whipped at gale force, blasting sand in gigantic swirls.
As the car engine began to hum, the same gateway that opened to allow the car into the Haven reappeared as though by magic. The vehicle disappeared through the Storm, seemingly untouched by the sand. Lightning flashed around, bolts striking the ground and fingerlings groping out in every direction. Yet, the destructive winds stayed away in the Haven, as though the Good Goddess cupped her hands over the mountain to stop the air. The thunder was silenced, and the lightning stayed in the sky. A shell of peace existed here in the centre of the Storm.
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Elizabeth N. Love
Biography.
Elizabeth N. Love is an almost life-long resident of Kansas, where she grew up in what could be considered a cultural desert in a small rural town. Influenced by her mother’s love of books, she began writing stories early. She is an author and a musician, having played French horn and piano for many years.
Elizabeth holds a B.A. in English with an Emphasis in Creative Writing from the University of Kansas and a Masters in Library Science from Emporia State University. Though she lived in Hawaii for two years, she returned to Kansas with her family, where she works, writes, and lives.