The Midwife's Apprentice

Just because you don't know everything don't mean you know nothing.

. . . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

She was not as stupid as some I have had, and better company, but still perhaps her going was for the best. She was not what I needed." "Because I failed," whispered Alyce in the shadows. "Because she gave up," continued the midwife. "I need an apprentice who can do what I tell her, take what I give her, who can try and risk and fail and try again and not give up...

I know what I want. A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world.

Alyce," she breathed. Alyce sounded clean and smart. You could love someone maned Alyce. She looked back at the face in the water. "This is me, Alyce." It was right. So the newly called Alyce shifted the pack on her shoulders, and with her head back and bare feet solid on the ground, she headed back to the midwife's cottage and never noticed when it grew dark, for heat and light were within her.