K. K. Johnson
Anna and Abe - The Beginning
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( Aug. 17, 2010)
A traumatic event in young Anna’s life left her scarred. Figuratively and literally. But growing up in a tie-hack camp with her parents in the mountains of Wyoming has made Anna strong.
Her nice, safe, and predictable life is interrupted when Abe comes to work in the camp. Best friend to her dear cousin Finn, who perished while they were fighting in the “Great War”, he’s come to see and experience the wonders that Finn has told him about. He wanted to know the hard work of the tie-hacks, to see the beautiful mountains of Wyoming, and meet the girl Finn swore would be his perfect match.
Never in her life has so many things happened to her in such a short period of time. In the year that follows her first embarrassing meeting with Abe, Anna’s life completely changed. There were a few times when she didn’t necessarily believe it was for the better.
Here is an excerpt from Anna and Abe describing their first meeting.
So it was nice to just sit on the bank letting my mind reflect and soak in the serenity of this beautiful quiet spot. Usually if I was just going to wash my hair I just took off my sock and shoes and rolled up my pant legs and waded in. But today I really didn’t want to get my shirt all wet. I had my camisole on underneath and it covered all the important parts the same as a bathing suit I reasoned. All the crews were in town and no one was around. No one would ever know. Plus my hearing was exceptional so I would hear anyone before they were close.
While pondering whether I was safe in my modesty, I removed my handkerchief from around my neck and reached with my fingers up to the puckered tissue. This was a habit I did without thinking. Tracing the scar from the start below my ear and following it down under my chin to the hollow of my throat. Over the years the redness had faded and the skin had stretched out some. The top part of the scar was an ugly thin line but it widen as it crossed my chest between my breasts and ended with a large ugly splotch on my right side Feeling mischievous and reckless I pulled my blouse over my head. Straightening the straps of my camisole I relished in the sun on my bare shoulders. I quickly took off my stockings and shoes and rolled my trouser legs up and waded in. I filled the bucket with the chilly water and bending over I dumped it over my head. The prickly cold felt good. Filling the bucket with water again I set it on the creek bank. Then I grabbed the soap and started lathering my wet hair.
I froze when I thought I heard a noise. Parting the hair covering my face I looked around but didn’t see anything. Not hearing anything more, I continued lathering my hair, humming as I went. I flipped my hair back wiping the suds from my eyes before reaching for the bucket of water.
I froze again, for out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned quickly, gasping as I scrambled for my shirt lying on the ground. But a slippery rock was my downfall, literally. I fell backwards on my backside with a solid thump and a large splash. Another gasp came out of my mouth but this time it was because of the sudden shock of cold water and surprise of falling.
I sat there with the water running around me, my soapy hair in my face and I heard a deep chuckle.