Slender - Creation

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I woke up to the bright, warm sunlight shining from the window.

Today was a special religious holiday, so I didn't have to go to work at the meat shop today.

Wilbert, the shop keeper, was actually a nice man; just as I had predicted, I had become friends with him.

Obviously you couldn't change a man's personality; Wilbert was still grumpy at times, especially if I accidentally made an error in doing a task he set me.

However, we had become quite good friends, and he even asked me to call him 'Wilbur', or just 'Will'.

As I chuckled from the memories we had together, I dressed up into a comfortable cotton shirt and knee-length, brown trousers, and ate my delicious breakfast consisting of Salmon, tomatoes and bread with a little bit of butter, which was leftover from yesterday.

I thought back to the events that occurred yesterday; I thought that that was the second-most emotional day of my life.

Yesterday I felt a mixture of powerful emotions; fear, happiness, relief, sadness, pain, love and thankfulness swivelled around in my head at that time.

I thanked God for feeling negative AND positive emotions, and for Lilly for presenting such wonderful news; that Lisa wasn't dead.

I could have bet of my life that if Lilly would tell me that even a FEW seconds later, then I would have lost the last of my sanity.

The sanity which didn't get lost after Elisabeth's death.

I shook my head, trying to get the thought of my beloved wife out of my head.

I grabbed a large cloth, opened my beautifully-crafted mahogany door, and stepped outside.

I asked Jack, the little 6-year-old boy, to bring a few jars of honey and jam to my house, from his parents.

His father was a bee-tamer and produced high-quality honey which was sweeter than the smell of roses.

Jack's mother was a very talented baker and jam-maker.

I still wondered how a mother with three small children could have time to do ANYTHING else.

"How's Peter?" I asked the brown-eyed boy.

Peter was his brother, who was protected by Charles, a very brave dog which saved him from a wild boar.

"Nufing sir," Peter answered with a small voice, "he didn't get hurt or anyfing. Momma finks he's fick, but he isn't. Peter wants to go outfide."

I grinned at how the child didn't know how to pronounce the 'th' and the 's'.

I thought that was very adorable.

"Give this to your mother." I handed the child a bag of coins, and his wide eyes widened even more.

Jack knew it was a lot of money.

I was living on my heritage, and I had enough of this coins to fill thousand of bags. One bag of those coins resulted to a year of hard work.

"Come on, your mother told me on your lack of supplies. Also, I bet you didn't have any sweets for a while."

I smiled at him.

Hesitating, Jack took the little bag.

"Thank you sir." He gasped.

Unexpectedly, the boy lunged and hugged me tightly.

I let in a sharp intake of air from the sudden move, and then relaxed.