The Book That Talked

The little girl sat in the straw playing with her rag doll. The sun sent rays through the worn barn door, leaving part of her in shadow, part in sunshine.It was a warm day and she was slightly sad as her mother has told her off for being naughty. She was not quite sure what she had done, but playing with her doll soon made her forget.A voice from the dark interior of the barn startled her. "Where do you want to be? What would you like to know?" Startled the little girl, Lizzy was her name, crawled towards the voice. She was not frightened, just curios. The voice had been gentle, so she felt comfortable. Getting closer, the voice came again: "Over here." Married to Hazel for nearly fifty years. Born in Denmark, lived 30 years in England. Both now retired and living in Andalusia since 2004