Rose Feliciano

The Little Black Book

The Little Black Book The Escape The walk home from working the farm was especially tough that night. The ether surrounding me felt firey as the moon gently kissed the snow-lined pitch-black path that winded through the forest towards my home. I liked to think the translucent flames flowing from my ill existence melted the snow revealing a path towards my sanctuary but that was either the medicine talking or my temperature giving me confidence. The lights were out when I finally reached our ornate arched doorway. The air within smelt of stale dust and a day's pay sloshed, swallowed, and gifted to the floor. I could tell it was rather well heated earlier but the cold was slowly grasping the attention of the room. Within the fireplace only embers were left, fighting darkness till their last breath. I tried to empathize but I felt a strange sense of jealousy towards them. You'd think a lady as resourceful as I would have remembered to chop some wood for such a brisk and unforgiving night, but I guess he had too many whiskey sours to feel the cold. Judging by the expression on Jack's face, I'd say he was pretty content with the quality of comfort he was experiencing. At least he wasn't aware of me hiding my earnings.