forgetting to feed the chickens

Old Barn
The Barn


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—————————————— 3.1.2015

Elle opened the box and looked at the light brown, oily lock of hair folded in a black piece of cloth. She picked it out from more than a dozen similar locks in cloth and fingered it. Sitting on a milking stool that she had lugged up to this hidden part of the castle ruins a few years ago, she tried to remember if there had been a pitchfork in the barn that first time.

Makes sense that there would have been one somewhere. Why hadn’t she used it? She took a deep breath, patted her own hand as if it belonged to someone else, and reassured herself that she had been too little then to use a pitchfork and couldn’t have prevented what happened.

She sometimes wondered what became of Lieutenant Jean Louis, who had caught her in the barn when she was eight and the family had gone to town, leaving her at home because she was sneezing and coughing.

She remembered few details except a crushing weight, not being able to breathe, pain, like a tearing, him giving her that hair for a “trophy,” and that she was punished after it happened for forgetting to feed the chickens.

Castle ruins overlook Wachenheim, Pfaltz, Germany
Castle ruins overlook
Wachenheim, Pfaltz,

About jeanlatzgriffin

Jean Latz Griffin is the owner of CyberINK, a small business that produces quirky skeleton-themed products. She has finished the first draft of a historical fantasy and received comments from her agent. She has turned to Orson Scott Card for tips on the second draft. She is author of "In the Same Breath," and "One Spirit: A Creation Story for the 21st Century." She has a certificate in creative writing from the University of Chicago's Writers Studio. Griffin is a member of the growing community of former Chicago Tribune reporters, enjoys Weekend Writing Warriors and the Story Studio in Chicago. Her Sheltie, Thunder, likes to "type" on her computer keys, and Dr Wu, a Weimaraner, likes to lick her ear when she is trying to think. Her husband passed in June of 2011. Her three fabulous grown sons live nearby. She plays violin in an amateur string orchestra.

8 Responses

  1. Love how you managed to make Elle’s reminiscence with the present flow nicely in a few sentences. It was certainly vivid enough to imagine!

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