Umber (19.24–Vera’s Story)
April 5, 2012 § Leave a comment
I began to sob, furious at my lot in life. If everyone else got to rest, and if Ervin got to dally around outside on Sundays, why was I cooped up in the kitchen scraping burnt food from the bottom of a saucepan? I looked up and saw that my father and grandma were standing in the doorway looking severe in their black garbs. Grandma was obviously shocked. I didn’t know what they would do to me, but I was so angry I didn’t care–almost. They stood staring at me in silence for a moment, long enough for a feeling of dread to creep into my soul.