Living His Love

Daydreaming was going to ruin everything.

Kambry scribed quick entries in the census log, her

quill scratching across the page to finish the job she should

have been done with an hour ago. The summer celebration in

the meadow had already started, and she had promised her

older brother Stahn she would attend. He would worry if she

didn‟t show up at all or, even worse, come looking for her.

She dusted sand over the wet ink to dry it, and the

thoughts of the upcoming picnic that had distracted her all

morning returned while she put her other tools away. All she

had to do was sit down with her brother‟s friends and engage

in a brief conversation. How difficult could that be? Maybe

easier if she spent more time with people and less with books,

but books didn‟t require small talk.

Returning to the worktable, she dumped the dry sand back

into the container, eased the precious book closed, and

returned it to the shelf.

Kambry raised her skirt to her knees and raced to the

door. She stopped almost at once, releasing her grip on the soft

white fabric. Closing her eyes and praying she wouldn‟t regret

her decision to dress for the celebration before completing the

brief work she‟d needed to do, she forced herself to calm down

and check her hands for ink stains. Please, please, please, no

stains. Gazing at her ink-free fingers, she relaxed, her

shoulders lowering. Her dress was safe. She must have washed

her hands after putting away her scribing tools and the census

book