“What took you so long girl,” yelled Edgar Nighthawk.
“I was having trouble finding the berries today,” the young woman lied.
The young woman went to the cupboards and opened every one. Starving my foot! He ate everything in the house, she thought, disgusted by his gluttony. She walked over to the sink and started to wash each berry separately. As she got to the bottom she noticed a gray berry. I don’t remember picking that, unless! She picked it out. Suddenly the gray ball unfolded and turned into the little gray bird. No you dumb thing, he’ll probably want to eat you too, she thought, angry at the small bird.
“Girl! What’s taking you so long,” yelled Edgar.
“N-n-nothing, just carefully inspecting each berry,” she lied again.
“Good, but hurry!”
She rolled her eyes as she put the young bird in the basket.
“Don’t eat any of them,” she whispered to it quietly.
“What was that girl?”
“Nothing.”
She finished cleaning the berries and gave them to Edgar. He looked at them and nodded. He then shooed her off with his hand. As soon as she got to the door he yelled.
“What are you trying to do girl! Poison me,” he yelled pointing at the tiny gray fluff.
“Oh…umm….I don’t know master, I didn’t-“
“Like hell you didn’t! Come with me wretch.”
He roughly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the basement. He chained her left ankle to the floor and her wrists together. He then pushed her roughly down. She hit her head on the stone wall behind her. His eyes were glazed over with anger. He walked to the door but before stepping out he turned to her.
“I’m leaving to find some real food. You on the other hand can rot in here till you die!”
He then left leaving her to cry. She felt horrible. She knew that what he said was no idle threat; she was in there till she died. Still in the same place where she fell, she looked around. Everything was dark, damp, and rotten. The meat that was long expired was still there. The food that went missing was there as well. What in the world was that crazy old man doing, she thought. Soon she heard some chirps from a mouse hole. She stared at it expecting the worse. The small gray bird appeared out of the hole. It looked at her in an apologetic way.
“At least you didn’t leave me, you trouble maker. Come here,” she said, showing a small smile as it ran to her.
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Tue Sep 02, 2008 @ 03:24pm · 0 Comments |
