The Red Hair Land

Ch8: Gossamery

The auburn-brown haired old lady's gently rocking herself back and forth in her wheelchair, her eyes hardly given the effort to be fully open, tiny, black pupils, as sharp as a cat's, taking her gaze into the space, a shotgun in her lap, resting her hands on it.

Outside her little home besides the door, Willa inside watching TV, she really didn't have any reason to keep that box around but it was still a thing the young girl would have as a side voice while escape everyday's worry, cooking something for them.

Although Zofia protests to have any at the beginning, the girl insisted firmly rather than that she at least eat, she's not dumb, she says, a little bitten from worry, " which you barely do lately "

Sneaky daughter of two bastards.

She sighed, raising her head up as she stopped moving, laying her tired-of-life back on the chair's back.

The boy's older than you and he didn't notice ....

Although Caleb doesn't come around that much as before, and even when he offers help, good ears tells him to mind his life when he can.

....................

She still–

Bushes rustling cut through her ears from in and out, shocking her to the reality .

Immediately, her arms moved to get a firm grasp on the shotgun, briefly pushing her back on the chair then turning the chair around on her right side, raising her shotgun, directed at the target.

Zofia's gaze hardened, eyes widened as they focused at the meant bush, glaring like a seized prey fighting back.

" Whoa–! hold it! hold it! " by fear the sentence came out, quickly pushed out from his mouth.

As soon as she saw who it was, her expression relaxed, becoming at ease as she lowered her shotgun.

The mailboy audibly sighed in a shaken breath, grabbing on his shirt with both hands, " it wasn't meant to be like this ... "

" Only God knows what that little brain of yours had in mind while sneaking near an elderly's house, Forest "

The blonde kid argued, " I didn't even bother to hide, plus, you know I'm on leach! "

" Lying your way out of it won't set you free, boy "

" Or maybe you should get chiller "

And then, silence.

Forrest's previously risen shoulders fell down, his mind like a wind going through circles due to this kind of silence.

At the other hand, Zofia, who didn't utter a word, looked at the other side, blank, halfly–open eyes looked at the side, at the road facing the house.

She just tilted her wheelchair to its original position, " ......... "

" .... Ma'am, I just– "

" Willa's inside " she cut him off, simply stating to him, " she's still in the kitchen, maybe you can join her, go and figure out yourself "

Forrest didn't say anything, sigh if he wanted, but didn't have the will to continue.

On the other hand inside the house, there Willa was sitting on a chair in the kitchen waiting as the pasta was put in the pot to boil, the sauce already there.