Lindsay C Lightbody

Lost on the Moors

Before doing anything else in the morning, Farrah read. Always the same book, Jane Eyre. She read the same pages, over and over. Since starting high school, her former inclination to sleep as late as possible on a school morning had been replaced by her need to anchor herself in the strands of story, like a girl gently treading water and loosely winding seaweed around her limbs to keep from drifting farther and farther out to sea.