I dozed off on the couch watching an old episode of The Andy Griffith show. It was my Husband’s turn to cook. I was lucky to get the one night off. The smell of bacon jarred me from my slumber. He loved to make breakfast for dinner.
The weather was beautiful at the Lake house. The sky a perfect blue. My own Father called it a waste of money. We considered it a lifesaving yearly escape from the hustle and bustle of the city. We spent most every fall here.
“Where’s Caroline?” I asked as I yawned not yet ready to embrace alertness. Her scream broke the silence. My Husband and I both darted out of the house nearly tripping over our own feet. My heals dug into the dirt and grass. We slid a ways more then came to a halt on the very edge of the earth. Roger threw out his arms to prevent me from falling into the water.
Frantically, I looked around for Caroline. She wobbled, unsteady on her feet, managing to make her way over to her Daddy. She wrapped her little arms around his leg for security. Her face red and wet with tears. She trembled with fear.
Four small, black crows had us suspended in air by cords. They held us there until they could lasso the ropes around the moon, putting a more permanent hold on our family, our sanity and our property.
“Take Caroline and go in the house.” Roger demanded pointing towards the door. Backing up slowly, he handed me our daughter. “Just stay calm, I can handle this.” He tried to convince me.
“Calm? You want me to be calm? Here we are in such a familiar and horrifying setting. My Dad was right about you!”
I let him have it. It was safe to say no one could hear me yelling. Roger growled in disapproval of my words.
“Let me guess, the mortgage on this place is delinquent? They sent the Repo Crows again! I can’t stand you Roger!” I slammed the door behind me.
I hated to call my dad but, I knew he was the only one that could get us out of this nest of a mess.
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