~Quote of the week~

"Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are."

~Mason Cooley

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

The Resilient

The smell of fresh bread fills the air, emanating from the two ovens thickening the newly kneaded dough into multiple tough, thick, bland loafs. The mouth watering smell never lived up the the bitter, blank, taste. So when I was five I made up a unique, drool worthy taste (that I imagined only the people in the manor could have the pleasure of savoring) that took over my mind, instead of the disappointment of the plain brick like bread. But soon my pleasant memories were interrupted by,
“Rose…” ”Rosey…” “Rose Baker! Get up! You should have been up an hour ago!” My father announced prominently
“Hhmmm….” I mustered
Oh no! my head screamed, echoing over and over and over. I lurched out of bed and my stomach did the same. I ran to my drawers and yanked them open. I pulled out a cream colored worn apron, a light blue tunic that hung to my knees and grasped my waist and long thin tights that went up to my thin thighs wrapping around my knees like a tightly wrapped present on christmas eve. I yanked on my tunic and (strategically as I could) pulled on the silhouetting tights. I runned my fingers through my hair and tied it into a tight braid. With my apron in my hands I ran over to my father.
The dark room was cluttered with dark, musty smoke. But the sun still poured through the open door, making dusk particles sparkle and gleam like glitter being thrusted into the air.
“Mighty smoky In here” dad bursted
“Isn't it always” I smiled turning around for him to tie my apron, “Why did you let me sleep in?”
“You looked tired” he said with the end of a knot. My dad was a gentleman with brown, softly, curled hair, and a very kind heart. His hands were covered in flour splotches, and his apron dabbed with yeast. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him, with his hands on my cheeks he kissed my forehead. Then he handed me my normal morning  basket of bread. Without a word, just a grin, i hopped out the open door into the burning bright morning sunlight.
Morning dew filled every summer flower, making a little petal tea cup out of each of them. The manor boys made hooting and howling noises as well as talk about me behind my back. “Rosey Ravishing” was something I often heard. I usually said a smart remark to make them blush. But today it wasn't me they were yelling about, it was The miller's daughter. Madison weep, she always gets herself in trouble. “Hey” i said, they didn't here me.
“Leave her alone!” i yelled at the boys. The boy with blacks streaks in his hair combed his hair with his dirt creased hands, trying to impress.
“Come on, where just hav…”
“Save it bird brain, go pick on someone your own size, and preferably soon. Before I gag from looking at you.” The blond haired boy looked down and made a mumbling whimper, and the gang of boys where off.
“Next time i'll tell all your friends what you did last fall!” I remarked
He turned and gave me a pleading look.
“T-t-thanks” Madison mumbled
“No problem, the least i could do” i replied boldly, wiping my hands on my apron and looking in the direction of the boys on my tippy toes. The boys where off in the distance, but i could still find Max’s wondering eyes on me. We both looked away, I looked at my shoes and tried to hide my blushing.
“I swear they only listen to you!” she said as I picked up her fallen basket “Seems that way, does it.” I said with a giggle
“Im serious! you're the only one that always comes and saves the day. You know it's because Max fancys you” Maddison blurted
“Well he will just have to fancy someone else than, that jerk...” i said, (trying to keep my facade.)
“ ...He picks on people that can't stand up for them selv…” I looked at her pleadingly “Sorry”
“It's ok, you heard them. I'm just the expendable girl” she sighed and took the basket filled with luke warm bread, so dense she almost toppled over when she took it from my hand.
“Oh stop, it's really your father that you should be ashamed of.” I conforted still looking at the basket, but when i looked up she was a couple steps away, already walking. So, i walked around the small cabin corner, and only looked over my shoulder once.
I was still staring behind me when running around the corner i wasn't looking where i was going ~Klunk~
A hand grabbed mine and caught me mid air, it was Max.
“Sorry to knock you off balance” He said with a enchanting smile
“Oh don't flatter yourself” i said with a grin, wiping my hands on my apron. He turned around and pulled a small clear jar filled with a milky honey. A burlap cloth covered the top with twine holding it together.
“So… how is your father's work doing?” he almost choked
“Wouldn't you like to know… Gobermouch ” i said looking up to see he never broke his stare, his wild, gold eyes fixed on me. i looked down, and couldn't hide my giggle.
“t-thanks for the honey” i said “Have a good day Max” i said with a smile
“Wait Ros-”
And I bounced away, almost finished with my days work.

I ended up taking the long way home. I thought about how long my day was, and pondered on how it still wasn't over. The door was still open, revealing the inside of the house and its remains. the stone path leading to the door glimmered with its own dull beauty. The bent tulips slowly dripped there tea like remains onto the newly flourishing grass. I saw birds flying in the air above my head and chirping at each other with joy, like little kids. I see a lot of people crowding to one single cottage, but i ignore it because i need to get on with the baking, the mixing, the kneading, and the hot oven heat beating on my face as i use a soft wood paddle to insert the soft domes to harden and thicken. But not rise, because it was unleavened bread. I also see that there are Maddison's soft steps leading to the cottage, followed by Max’s boots. I’ll ask her later...

I hopped in the door reassuring my apron. I begin to hum as i unwrap the basket full of the wonderful baking materials, folding the ends of the canvas cover and taking out the rye flour from Madeline. Thin and frail, but can make something wonderful with a little bit of help. Then i take out the honey from Max. Hard and coarse when first found in honeycomb, but soft and sweet when smoothed.
As i begin to mix all the ingredients and kneading the soft dough i hear a loud cheer from outside.
“Dad can you put this in the oven!” I yell
I run outside to see no other than Maddison and Max standing together watching the crowds yell and scream as they carry Jason Swindler away and into the guilds. She had it in her after all. I look at Max and give him a hopeful smile then max smiles at me. I wave, he waved back. I knew she could do it I thought to myself. I knew it.

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