The Hardest Part... A story for the Giraffe Call

For ellenmillion's prompt.



"The hardest part of..."

The hardest part of anything was never what anyone said it was, because, Yaminah knew, the hardest part was whatever you were doing at the moment. One foot in front of the other; the marathon is no harder than a single step, but that single step can be the hardest thing you've done in your life.

Right now, the step over the threshold was her "hardest part." She'd shucked pieces and parts of her job during the train ride, the bus ride, the subway ride, and the walk, but stepping over the threshold required her to remember that she was, indeed, Yaminah.

Right now, that was harder than it sounded. She ran her fingers over the beads in her pocket - she kept them in this jacket, in the locker at the bus station, so that she always had them before she got home. Not a rosary, but they served a similar cause.
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Had to be Done, a story of Bowen after Yr5 for the April Giraffe Call

This is rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation to What was Right, which was a continuation of Bowen's Summer, Continued, which was a continuation of July Linkback Story. It takes place between Years 5 & 6 of the Addergoole School

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...Bowen knocked anyway. Some things, you really didn't have any choice about.

Knocked, and then, when she opened the door, knelt on one knee. "Kailani cy'Regine, I owe you a debt of honor." The words were awkward, but they were right. "I owe you deeply, for the good you did me. I humbly request that you tell me what I can do to repay this."

He really didn't expect her to start crying.
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