This is an excerpt from my novel and I want to share it with you guys. Mom once told me that when the heart wrenching event took place, ten winters had passed since my birth. Three springs had passed since she revealed that to me. And now with each passing winter I count my own age. Each winter I go up one year. During those early spring days when the snow had melted and the days were warmer she had put a pot of water to boil over an open fire. A chicken coop outside of the house. We were all inside when came what was not the normal chicken sound but something that was more mournful. A sound that expressed grief and heartache. Mother and I stepped outside and noticed the strange scene of what seemed like some sort of ritual. One of the chickens, the one that was making the mournful sound was circling the pot. I did not get a close to the pot but was gazing at the chicken and attempting to make sense of it all. My mother got to the pot and gasped. I went over and saw that one of the chicks had gotten on the rim of the pot and had fallen into it, where it got cooked alive.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 16:48:43 +0000
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