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“I’m going out for a little while Master,” quietly said the young woman.
“Speak up girl! Honestly, how do you think someone is going to hear you? You are as quiet as a ghost!” exclaimed Edger Nighthawk.
“Umm…I’m leaving for a little while,” she said a bit more loudly.
“Well at least that’s better than before. Why are you leaving? You still have many chores to finish.”
“I need to go find some roots and berries our sup-“
“‘Our’, where’s all this ‘our’ nonsense coming from.”
“Sorry Master, I mean your supper.”
“That’s better. Now get at it girl, I’m starving!”
She gently grabbed hold of the empty food basket. Once she held it in her hand, Edgar suddenly grasped her collar and roughly shoved her out the door. Once out he slammed the door behind her. I hate him, she thought sourly. I wish he would just die already! She stood up and dusted herself off. The basket’s handle, which was in very poor shape to begin with, had snapped off when she fell. Now what am I supposed to do, she questioned. She knew she couldn’t return to the house for another basket. She raised it gently, holding the terribly holy bottom. Everything she owned was now broken. Her dress that used to be black as coal was now the shade of charcoal with many miss coloured patches. Her lovely brown shoes showed at least four holes and the colour had washed away.
“Why did it have to come to this,” she cried as she stubbed her toe on a small stone.
She walked though the forest. She never understood why it was dangerous. Yes, there were monsters, but they tried to hide from humans, not attack them. There were also plants that ate animals but they were too small to eat humans. Besides the few poisonous insects there was nothing to worry about.
She reached a small strawberry patch. Her mouth watered as she picked the juicy fruit. She wanted to eat at least one to settle her hungriness but knew that the master would find out. He had a way with those things. Always knowing when she did something against him. Once all the ripe ones had been picked she left.
She walked slowly, enjoying the time away from Edgar. She listened to the birds’ cheerful song. She watched them dance among the trees. Their beautiful song and dance to her it was their way of showing their freedom. She started to hum along with their tune.
“You are all so lucky,” she said quietly as to not disturb them. “You all are free.”
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Thu Aug 28, 2008 @ 04:51pm · 0 Comments |
