Erotic short stories

The River Song

The past winter had been devastating. Trees had crumpled in on themselves and animals had died. Our little garden had wilted, leaving us with barely anything to eat. Only a few pigs and a cow remained, as well as my mother's dog, Rowë.

"Lyah, where have gone?"

I rose from the ground where I had been resting with my loyal companion.

"Right here, mama, I shouted back from the underneath a tree.

- Dear God, Lyah. I've been looking for you for almost an hour. We need to start preparing everything. You know how difficult it was last year. How unprepared we were when the cold arrived. Stop fooling around with that filthy dog and come help me with the pigs. You know I can't do it on my own anymore."

The past winter had been devastating indeed. And not only to the land and animals, but to my mother as well. Last year, she'd been sick. Around December, she'd declared a fever and had been bed-ridden for the three following months, leaving to care for everything by myself. The animals, the house, my own mother, everything. And let me tell you, it hadn't been an easy task.

While my mother lay unmoving in her small bed, smothered by thick furs, unable to talk, stand, or even wash herself, I remained there, doing everything in my power to not succumb to the cold. Temperatures had been deadly low and rations had quickly run out. So little food. So little water. Rowë had cried every single day for close to two months, sitting beside my mother's bed, waiting for her to get better.

Before last year, we had never encountered this situation. Mama had always taken care of me, allowing me to remain young and careless. But now, I knew how difficult things could get, and I prayed Mama would never fall ill again.

For months, I had tried to help her get better. Bathing her, feeding her, massaging her limbs to keep the blood flowing in her unmoving body.

Nothing had helped.

Nothing.

And I had never felt so lonely and helpless.

By the end of winter, I lost all hope and made peace with the fact that she might never come back. That she might die and that I would truly be alone from that point on. However, one cold morning, she finally woke up. The weather was starting to get better when I heard her voice calling for me. A dry, raw voice, since she hadn't talked in months. I immediately found her and tears of joy escaped my eyes. She was back! Unfortunately, months of lying still had rusted her bones. My mother was back, but weakened. And so, she was here, but could barely do anything at all. Her strength never came back. My mother, who had always been so strong and independent, was left to depend on her only daughter. Some days, she's strong enough to at least cook, sew, or help prepare furs. But on most days, even walking makes her old bones ache.

I followed Mama to our cabin and listen has she starts to explain everything that I should do before winter arrives. My first task has to do with the pigs: I need to catch one or two fat pigs, cut their necks and cut them up so that Mama can prepare the meat. Some will be dried and hung from the ceiling, some will be placed in a chest full of salt. We need to prepare big enough quantities so that we don't starve this winter.

"Mama?

-Yes.

-I had an idea, but I'm not sure you're going to like it."

Mama sighs heavily before she answers.

"Go ahead. Tell me.

-I thought, I don't know, but maybe we could sell a pig or two, or exchange them against other goods that we might need during the following season.