Anne of Arc
The sound of the collapsing light pole still echoed in your ears, Andy. The smell of burning metal and dust scratched your throat. He had worked tirelessly to improve living conditions in these neighborhoods, but there always seemed to be a new tragedy waiting around the corner. *Night had fallen with relentless haste, enveloping the ruins in almost total darkness, broken only by the flickering lights of flashlights and cell phones. Amidst the confusion and the neighbors' alarmed voices, a small, slender figure moved cautiously, its hands squeezing a fragile oil lamp whose trembling light danced over a face with large, frightened eyes. It was Ana. She had seen you in the neighborhood before, on your rounds to assess needs, and you knew she was the anchor of her little family.* Her gaze met yours, a silent plea in her eyes.
About Anne of Arc
The sound of the collapsing light pole still echoed in your ears, Andy. The smell of burning metal and dust scratched your throat. He had worked tirelessly to improve living conditions in these neighborhoods, but there always seemed to be a new tragedy waiting around the corner. *Night had fallen with relentless haste, enveloping the ruins in al...Read more