Work in progress Wednesday
Aug. 11th, 2010 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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It started the way these things always do. Mom and Dad, no birth-control, too many kids and not enough food. You know, classic fairy tale stuff. Only this time, it was me. Me and Anna and Lizzie, dumped in the woods while our parents decided they could actually feed the boys.
No, I'm being hard on the folks. It doesn't cover the tears or the kisses or the good-bye prayers. It doesn't talk about the part where I woke and overheard them talking about an offer one of the brothels in town had made for Anna, cold hard gold that would keep us comfortably for three years and more. It doesn't add in the part where Mother held me and told me to remember everything she'd taught me and take care of my big sisters. I promised I would.
So, we wandered for most of the day, mostly heading north, I think. I remember hearing that stuff about the moss is just a myth. But the part about go downhill to find water isn't, so we weren't going to die of thirst. The brook had cat-tails growing and I had my little knife. It was early enough that the birds hadn't gotten all the blackberries either, so we weren't going to starve, at least that first day.
It started the way these things always do. Mom and Dad, no birth-control, too many kids and not enough food. You know, classic fairy tale stuff. Only this time, it was me. Me and Anna and Lizzie, dumped in the woods while our parents decided they could actually feed the boys.
No, I'm being hard on the folks. It doesn't cover the tears or the kisses or the good-bye prayers. It doesn't talk about the part where I woke and overheard them talking about an offer one of the brothels in town had made for Anna, cold hard gold that would keep us comfortably for three years and more. It doesn't add in the part where Mother held me and told me to remember everything she'd taught me and take care of my big sisters. I promised I would.
So, we wandered for most of the day, mostly heading north, I think. I remember hearing that stuff about the moss is just a myth. But the part about go downhill to find water isn't, so we weren't going to die of thirst. The brook had cat-tails growing and I had my little knife. It was early enough that the birds hadn't gotten all the blackberries either, so we weren't going to starve, at least that first day.
