Hey, guys! The Forgiver's Promise is unfolding well I am in the midst of writing Chapter 3! Just thought of letting you guys have the "fruits of the pancakes" shall we say? Bananas to be specific! 'Cuz we are BANANAS for BOOKS! Here is another lick off the spoon, before making the pancakes! :-D
I hope you guys like my little piece of Chapter 3!!
Piece of Chapter 3 Triple Times the Pain
Fox
swept and mopped the baker shop. He organized the sales and let the
baker know he was done. The baker dismissed him and he went to the
butcher shop and weighed the meats for the customers, washed his hands,
after two hours of work and went to the blacksmith. Who seemed to have
more jobs that any of them for him. He lent Fox his wagon and there were
20 people on the list and each had plenty of packages. Zar climbed into
wagon and Fox climbed in after him. Zar urged the horse on and they
moved forward. Fox had given each person their packages, and the last
parcel was for a farm just outside Ruonna. As they neared the house, he
noticed a big family. Each with red hair. What seemed to be the mother,
sat in a rocking chair, snapping peas. A 13-year-old pale girl sat on a
stool, peeling carrots. A boy about a year or two older than Fox,
plowed the fields. Zar steadied the horse and the wagon halted. Fox
picked up the parcel and carried it to the wench. He cleared his throat.
“Excuse me? Where can I talk to the man of the house?” Fox stood, stiff and strained, over the weight.
“He is plowing the fields,” replied the wench, snapping another pea.
Fox looked back at the boy, who plowed the fields, he looked like he could be this wench’s son!, “Jekhoa?”
“Aye, what did you need with him?” asked the wench.
Fox stammered to get the words out.
“Speak up, lad!”
“His parcel is finished,” Fox said, speedily.
“Oh?” replied the wench, “Then give it here!”
The wench abruptly stood up and walked bare-footed towards Fox, “Aye!”
“Place
it in the barn over there!” she pointed to a stone and wooden framed
barn. Something oddly weighing his heart down at each step he took. The
barn seemed somewhat familiar. But where had he seen it? Certainly he
hadn’t been here before!
Fox
entered the barn, where a little girl sat in the hay, near a tabby,
playing with wooden dolls. Her voice of light-hearted and pure laughter
rang into Fox’s heavy heart. With a deep echo in his head. He placed the
parcel beside the door as the girl turned her red head around to look
at Fox, her green eyes examining the look of horror in Fox’s grey ones.
It can’t be! The dream! I dreamt about her! And if she is real, does that mean--NO! I will not think about it! Fox thought wildly and heart racing he ran out of the barn and tripped over logs, falling to his face.
“Funny man fell down, Mother!” the girl’s cheery voice called out.
A
sharp pain was stabbing into Fox’s ankle, which was bruised slightly.
The wench came to Fox, who wildly stood up, “I am fine! Just fine! Go
back to what you were doing, I am very good!”
Fox limped away to the wagon, where Zar stood wonderingly at Fox.
“Let us leave this place,” Fox mumbled to Zar, climbing, with his ankle hanging, limply to one side, up onto the wagon.
“Are you sure, you are fine?” asked Zar , staring straight into Fox’s eyes.
“Just go.”
The family stared cluelessly at Fox’s certainly strange facial expression, one of forlorn sorrow, This girl cannot die! My dream cannot be true!
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