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Authors: Milo Spires
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muffled voice from under the
tree.
Andrei looks very unimpressed, and as he
feels a tantrum coming on he remembers the pain from his father’s
belt the last time that his actions became free.
Feeling defeated with his arms slack by his
sides, sullen faced and impish, Andrei sighs because the horse that
he was riding had been seventeen hands tall, it was a marvelous
beast; it was white and with it’s long flowing mane, it was so
magical and free.
“Sorry Andrei, your father is right, go and
get ready for bed. When you are though, come and tell me and I will
read to you and your sister. Would you like that?” his Grandpa says
in his friendly, jovial voice.
“I want, I want.” Andrei screams excitedly,
as he leaps off the knee.
Grandpa has a tired face of many wrinkles,
and a black beard that comes down just beneath his chin. His eyes
are dark and set back quite far, and his ears are long and big.
‘Have you forgotten children to say good
night’ their Grandmother say’s as cold air comes down the chimney,
roaring the fire and making the shadows of the room dance
vehemently.
Andrei and Fiorentina turn around and run
across the room to give grandma a big hug. Only as Fiorentina leaps
up into grannies only slightly tidily from sherry embrace, Teddy
who is being held precariously somehow finds his foot swinging a
hairs breadth from the open flames.
Grandpa drops his pipe and reaches forwards
as fast as his old body can.
“Careful Fiorentina,” he says, as he looks
and sees that the poor bear had slightly burnt his hand.
Fiorentina looks down crossly at the bear in
her little grip, and shakes her head in disgust as if it was his
own fault entirely. Then she smiles up at Grandpa before running
back to her mother who is clambering out from under the tree.
In anticipation of his grandpa’s stories,
Andrei takes his sisters hand. Together and cautiously they climb
the aged and worn, timber slatted stairs.
Grandpa slowly fills his pipe whilst mum, a
burly woman with a strong head of black hair, climbs the stairs to
tuck them in and say her own good night.
Yohan reaches forwards and places a few more
logs on the fire. Sparks of dazzling orange and yellows from the
slightly damp timber, sizzle and pop as they make their way up the
chimney.
Fifteen minutes pass and their mother walks
back down the stairs, she smiling at grandpa and gesturing for
their stories to be told.
Grandpa remembering his promise nods; then
sighs as he begins to think about what story he can tell them.
‘They like the one about Jigor the bear, I do
believe.’ He say’s, as he smiles at Grandma and then rubs his hands
together in front of the ardent flames.
Reaching over the arm of his chair, he places
his pipe down on a small coffee table and begins to stand. As he
does he’s startled, because he’s sure that from the end of the
garden, he’s just seen the figure of a man.
Blinking twice he holds his head up and looks
again, only this time there’s no one, just frozen solid empty
fields, waiting for the snow to go so that the animals can come
back into the rich meadowlands to play.
Yohan looks up at his father’s expression
with some concern.
“Papa are you ok.” He asks.
‘Thought I saw someone but I blinked and
there was no one there. Wouldn’t worry son, I guess it must be my
age.’ he replied with a smile as he turned with his walking stick,
and then slowly and steadily made his way to the bottom of the
stairs.
Yohan sighed because he knows that he can’t
take chances with his animals. His wife who is sick and normally in
bed a lot due to her back, has made a special effort to stand just
for Xmas. He’s the breadwinner and without him he’s sure that they
wouldn’t have a choice but to sell the farm to avoid a tragic and
bitter end.
Due to economic decline, the area has seen
many thefts of recent. Yohan who has no spare
tree.
Andrei looks very unimpressed, and as he
feels a tantrum coming on he remembers the pain from his father’s
belt the last time that his actions became free.
Feeling defeated with his arms slack by his
sides, sullen faced and impish, Andrei sighs because the horse that
he was riding had been seventeen hands tall, it was a marvelous
beast; it was white and with it’s long flowing mane, it was so
magical and free.
“Sorry Andrei, your father is right, go and
get ready for bed. When you are though, come and tell me and I will
read to you and your sister. Would you like that?” his Grandpa says
in his friendly, jovial voice.
“I want, I want.” Andrei screams excitedly,
as he leaps off the knee.
Grandpa has a tired face of many wrinkles,
and a black beard that comes down just beneath his chin. His eyes
are dark and set back quite far, and his ears are long and big.
‘Have you forgotten children to say good
night’ their Grandmother say’s as cold air comes down the chimney,
roaring the fire and making the shadows of the room dance
vehemently.
Andrei and Fiorentina turn around and run
across the room to give grandma a big hug. Only as Fiorentina leaps
up into grannies only slightly tidily from sherry embrace, Teddy
who is being held precariously somehow finds his foot swinging a
hairs breadth from the open flames.
Grandpa drops his pipe and reaches forwards
as fast as his old body can.
“Careful Fiorentina,” he says, as he looks
and sees that the poor bear had slightly burnt his hand.
Fiorentina looks down crossly at the bear in
her little grip, and shakes her head in disgust as if it was his
own fault entirely. Then she smiles up at Grandpa before running
back to her mother who is clambering out from under the tree.
In anticipation of his grandpa’s stories,
Andrei takes his sisters hand. Together and cautiously they climb
the aged and worn, timber slatted stairs.
Grandpa slowly fills his pipe whilst mum, a
burly woman with a strong head of black hair, climbs the stairs to
tuck them in and say her own good night.
Yohan reaches forwards and places a few more
logs on the fire. Sparks of dazzling orange and yellows from the
slightly damp timber, sizzle and pop as they make their way up the
chimney.
Fifteen minutes pass and their mother walks
back down the stairs, she smiling at grandpa and gesturing for
their stories to be told.
Grandpa remembering his promise nods; then
sighs as he begins to think about what story he can tell them.
‘They like the one about Jigor the bear, I do
believe.’ He say’s, as he smiles at Grandma and then rubs his hands
together in front of the ardent flames.
Reaching over the arm of his chair, he places
his pipe down on a small coffee table and begins to stand. As he
does he’s startled, because he’s sure that from the end of the
garden, he’s just seen the figure of a man.
Blinking twice he holds his head up and looks
again, only this time there’s no one, just frozen solid empty
fields, waiting for the snow to go so that the animals can come
back into the rich meadowlands to play.
Yohan looks up at his father’s expression
with some concern.
“Papa are you ok.” He asks.
‘Thought I saw someone but I blinked and
there was no one there. Wouldn’t worry son, I guess it must be my
age.’ he replied with a smile as he turned with his walking stick,
and then slowly and steadily made his way to the bottom of the
stairs.
Yohan sighed because he knows that he can’t
take chances with his animals. His wife who is sick and normally in
bed a lot due to her back, has made a special effort to stand just
for Xmas. He’s the breadwinner and without him he’s sure that they
wouldn’t have a choice but to sell the farm to avoid a tragic and
bitter end.
Due to economic decline, the area has seen
many thefts of recent. Yohan who has no spare
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