Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

A Pound of Flesh

A pound of meat.

That was what the older woman said to the man across the counter as she adjusted her youngest child on her arms and got the money necessary to pay the man for the meat.

Her oldest daughter, let's call her Joanna, was holding her hand with her small thin one as she hugged the small teddy bear by her other hand.

She looked to be about seven years of age, her short hair, eyes, and even skin tone matched her fathers, and so did her little sister as well.

Or be frankly honest, she loved her children dearly and she was blessed by the lord that at least both of her children were girls, not that they mattered on their gender, it was just that she saw a little of her in both of them.

The young girl in her arms, let's call her Helen, brought up her small chubby hands to her mother's face and messed around with the cross that hung around her neck, which caused some discomfort but she was only five, who could blame a curious little girl?

She let go of her oldest daughter's hand and lightly held her youngest arms down as to calm her down on messing with her makeup she had worked on since early in the morning for the day.

Her oldest daughter was in a kind of daze before her mother let go of her hand, causing her to snap out of her daze and cling onto her mother's leg.

The man over the counter gave the meat to the woman with a smile and accepted the money she gave him for the single pound of meat.

The man over the counter gave off a smile and commented that the woman had beautiful children, which, in turn, she smiled as well and said thank you and left the market with her children.

Helen, her youngest looked on around the environment around her as she unloaded the meat onto the car and set her child down on her seat and did the same with her other one as well.

Helen gave off a giggle and a sort of whine as the woman tickled her a bit on her stomach as she strapped on her seat belt.

As for Joanna, she was quiet, this wasn't a problem, of course, she had a speech impediment and she was bound to grow out of it in no time.

It was rather a small grunt her daughter made when she put on her seatbelt and still continued to hug her small teddy bear.

The bear, well, it was a particular bear that the woman couldn't really wrap her mind around when her daughter got it in the first place.

Let alone the other ones as well.

The 'gift', as she would put it, was given by a particular man she so desperately hated.

Well, hate would be a kind phrase to put it lightly, the kind of words she would call the man would differentiate between the Devil and a creep would work.

Then again, those two wouldn't compare how that man truly was, really, it really wouldn't.

The woman got in her car and turned the engine on as she looked back at her two small children.

Helen giggling by her mother's smile as Joanna sat dazed by looking at the bright blue eyes of her teddy bear.

Freddy Fazbear is what she believed was its name.

It was just some brown bear with a top hat, bowtie, and a microphone; something rather embarrassing to make just to make some pizza place to earn a few bucks here and there the woman thought.

Even with that, would it really be true that man's youngest son wanted to give all his toys away to her daughter as a going wish?

That just seemed a little too suspicious to the women, then again, her oldest daughter was really good friends with that boy.