From where he lay, sprawled upon the chestnut tree, he had seen her approach, and even from a distance, he could still notice the swell at her cheek.
And the closer she got, the more vivid the bruise became.
As usual, that morning, he had woken up earlier than most. First thing he did, he took two wooden buckets and went to the lake to fetch water.
A certain someone had dipped their hands into the water he had left in the basin outside his cottage and he could no longer use that.
After fetching, he watered his ungrown plants.
Yesterday, he had spent a good amount of time repotting over twenty of them after someone had destroyed them with stones that were aimed at his head.
Remembering the events of the previous day caused him to scoff and shake his head.
Is this revenge for last night?
I am talking to you, why have you chosen not to respond?
If I had not heard you speak last night I would think you were dumb.
I am talking to you, why have you chosen not to respond?
