On the Road Again

Chapter Seventeen

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“Like a doggy panting for a ride,” her father shrugged.

She turned a corner, kicked open the bathroom, and immediately reappeared struggling dramatically under her backpack, heavy straps clutched in both fists.

A slave's burden, it's backbreaking weight swayed first in one direction and then the other. Under its unjust pressure each footstep was an agonizing trial on a steeptwisting slope of sorrows lined with loin-clothed, whip-bearing overseers and red faced, hoarse throated centurions brandishing bloodstained javelins, goading her ever downward to the hungry pit waiting under this stony sunbleached mount.

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“Like a doggy panting for a ride,” her father shrugged.

She turned a corner, kicked open the bathroom, and immediately reappeared struggling dramatically under her backpack, heavy straps clutched in both fists.

A slave's burden, it's back- breaking weight swayed first in one direction and then the other. Under its unjust pres- sure each footstep was an agonizing trial on a steep twisting slope of sorrows lined with loin-clothed, whip-bearing overseers and red faced, hoarse throated centurions brandishing bloodstained javelins, goading her ever down- ward to the hungry pit waiting under this stony sunbleached mount.