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The tables and chairs were rearranged so that just the chairs faced the stage. While the tables filled with untouched food were pushed up against the walls, bordering the room.
Tilly and I took our seats and waited. Tilly, more patiently than I for the awards and speeches to come to an end.
The current speaker was talking about ways to hunt wild animals, animatedly saying words like murder and beasts to rile the crowd up.
I made no point to listen to him, it brought back unwanted emotions and memories that were bubbling up to the surface.
The last time wild animals were around, was 6 years ago, when my mother was killed.
I remembered the last time we spoke.
~6 years ago~
"Ellie what are you doing? your getting black berries all over your nice white dress." My mother scolded me with a smile.
"I like the smell of them, mom!" It was because she smelled like them. I smiled up to my mother. She looked like an angel.
Long blond curls held up in a loose bun, sending stray pieces of hair around her sky blue eyes that gave infinite love and understanding. She was wearing a grassy green dress.
Not one black-purple stain hindered her perfection, and she must have picked three baskets more than I did.
I on the other hand, was covered in black stains from my shoes to my collar. Juice covering my fingers and mouth.
My mother looked me over again and laughed, the sound like the light tinkling of bells.
"I suppose white was not the best color dress for you to wear today." She said while laughing more.
I giggled along with her.
She looked up to the cotton candy sky and frowned.
"I must have lost track of time, your father and sister must be worried. It's a long walk back to the estate. We must hurry." Her voice etched with unease.
"Ok" I said while licking the juice from my fingers.
We each grabbed two full baskets and headed towards the trail back home.
The woods were unnaturally quiet, the usual chirping of crickets and birds was gone. The only sounds heard were of our shoes meeting the gravel path. I sensed my mother's worry. It made me upset to see her scared like this. So I tried to lighten the mood.
"I think I made my dress look better" Twirling around, still walking. Some how black-berry juice had made its way on the back of my dress.
YOU ARE READING
Into the Night
RomanceFate does funny things to get people together. Murder. Betrayal. Over-bearing men. And Ellie is caught up in the middle of it. When forced by circumstances she would rather avoid, she must leave her sister and her inventor father. What will happen...
