Joanne Moore

Goldy

Prologue Hurrying up the street, she squinted against the glare from the bright sun overhead. Shading her eyes with one hand did little to combat the rays beating down on her and the small bundle she clutched in her arms. The sun seemed especially bright today. The day should be dark with ominous clouds closing in to drench her in rain or sleet making her shiver with dread at the task she was about to perform. Instead the sun was shining, birds were chirping. She had passed numerous houses with happy families out in their yards enjoying the nice weather; children shrieking in delight as they played catch or frolicked in the water spewing from garden hoses. Some people were even out washing their cars in the driveway, laughing or singing along to loud music blaring from their radios.