"Now Elfy, I need you to listen carefully." My mother whispered, placing her finger to my lips to shush my endless giggling. I hush, mostly because my stomach hurt far to much to laugh any longer.
"When was, what, 19? I left my country Salvio, most schools don't teach you about Salvio."
My voice begins to peep up again, but my mother shush's me with a hum.
"It wasn't too much longer after that when I met your father, and soon you. You look almost nothing like your father, he was tall, strong, and very very quiet." My mother whispers, the light of the fireplace dancing off her face. "He used to dance, you know? And he was very good at it" She breaths, whisking me into her arms, rolling me into the plush blanket I had received that night for Christmas Eve.
"He works with very important people Elfy. I never want you to work for those people."
"Mommy," I whisper, my hands covering her ear so I know she'll hear me. "Is my Dad nice?"
Mom sighs, her chest falling up and down four times before she answers. "Elfy honey, he is a complicated man."
"I don't like complicated things."
Mom chuckles, cradling my head in her hands.
"Elfy, would you like to hear a story?"
YOU ARE READING
Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
