Creating Remedy

Chapter One

The cold breeze of spring let the tree branches hit each other forming a nice delicate sound along with the chippering birds that made a sweet melody all together for the villagers of Riverhand, giving a gesture for the people to get their picnic baskets out and give their neighbors a visit after the rampage of stormy days that went for two weeks straight. As so it happens on this specific sunny blooming day, wives and kids waited in lines near a big black tent that came in for a certain occasion the villagers' hearts drop as soon as they see the sight of it. As usual it was guarded by military men who were only at the peak of their youth with a stone cold stare looking forward and not afraid to yell at the elderly.

Families who were getting ready for a full day of activities for them and their children always walked in a slow pace near the tent, whispering to whomever was next to them, clutching their belongings to their chests as the youngsters questioned about it. Not a few seconds later they'd cover their children's ears to block the screams of the ones who got an earful in the tent. It was such a horrendous sound for such a peaceful village.

"You're next." Roughly said the middle aged soldier to the old man who held his flat cap tightly between his wrinkly hands. With a nudge from the back of his most likely loaded rifle the man was pushed inside the tent. The next in line prayed for mercy for his old poor soul after theirs.

Away from that forsaken place, the people of Riverhand spent quality time singing, sketching, eating and gossiping even. The children shouting excitedly hovering over that one kid that bought the newest issue of their favorite comic book which he waited for so long to brag about it and decided to read it out for them loudly. The parents' looked at their kids lovingly and laughed at their ridiculousness as they started reenacting the scenes from the comic book. It was like the televisions none of them had.

My coal-black hair flapped in the air as I turned my head to see my brother struggling with the baseball kit he held yelling for me to wait up for him. If only there was anything to capture his face, red puffy cheeks and hair that looks like a hair dryer had violently attacked him. My smile grew as I turned my head meeting the gazes of my neighbors yelling hellos at them and even at some people I didn't know assuming they were from another area. Nonetheless, I cheerfully waved at them not caring if I injured my wrist with the furious shaking.

Everyone knew me and my brother, they knew who my mother was and where is my father, as they had so much respect for the family. My mother was the loveliest, most talented, gorgeous women in the village. There was no envy, not an ounce, not from women at her beautiful face and figure or men at her husband. The village always awaited special occasions for her to make them her famous strawberry pie. They tried to encourage her to open a bakery at the city and take us with her but she sweetly declined and told them that she never wanted to wake up to other people than them.

Her daughter, me, Ezra, have a lot from my mother's facial and generous heart, always gave a small smile whenever the name of my mother was mentioned and shrugged my shoulders saying 'She is in a peaceful place now' and never shed a tear. Something she taught the children to always remember the good times they had with loved ones, it was over repeated and not very uplifting but it held on my heart after her sudden death in the middle of the night. After the funeral, the house was quite. No more noises coming from the clicking of utensils and the baritone voice of Bing Crosby as she hummed along. No more being held on her hips and dancing along to the music. The life of the house was gone and still is. She died and took everything with her.

"Come on Lando, you need to stop being so lazy!" I teased my little brother who was heaving violently for his lungs looking like he'll almost faint. "I was.. about to.. die." His breathing regulated and picked up his bat swinging it back and forth.