Scars-Mother 3
Pollyanna usual kept her arm on, unless she goes into water. She looked at the two sleeping kids and sighed. No sleep tonight. Not today...1 year ago today was the day she woke up with...these for appendages. She went outside and climbed a tree. She sat in it, much like before….She messed with her bolts on her right arm. Call it a habit. She removed it and set it in her lap. She looked at the stump. She was told to check on them but she didn't want to look at them…..She moved it up and down. She tried to clench her fist but...nothing happened. She tried to do SOMETHING. Nothing. She curled up on herself. She knows the harsh truth. That she will live like this for the rest of her days. She grabs her hair in frustration. With a cry, she threw the arm away. She knows that she has to go pick it up before a caribou eats it, but she decides that, for the first time in a long time, she'll sleep in a tree.