"The Power of Love" by Kay West

The prairie grass was dry, brittle, long past the bright green shoots of spring, the ripeness of summer grain. The house she just fled from was as bleak as her grieving heart.
  
Sarah pulled herself upright, determined to return to those waiting.

It wasn’t her nature to collapse and give in. Sarah came from sturdy stock, steady, and dependable. But with the untimely death of both of her parents, she was overwhelmed by her sense of loss and abandonment.

The plains wind blew tendrils of dark hair across her face.

“Get up, Sarah,” her mother’s voice whispered in the wind. “Get up. We’re with you still.”

Sarah faintly heard her father’s voice entwined in the currents of air, “Reach deep, dear daughter!”

Comforted by the belief that she hadn’t been left totally alone, she did as her father urged and reached deep, deep enough to get to her feet and walk slowly back to the house.

Strengthened by love that not even death could take from her, Sarah looked up at the brightening sky and resolved to provide the support the others would need of her now.

~ Fiction Inspired by Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World ~