Escaping the Abyss (Part 2)

Part 1


The mother pulled Nanku to her home. It was small and dank and smelled of betrayal. Nanku looked upon it eyes wide and lip trembling.

“This is your new home,” Mother beamed. “You will be happy here.”

Mother dragged Nanku inside where a large bear of a man, covered in hair, sat on a couch.

“This is Father,” Mother declared. “He will protect you.”

“Oh who is this you found?” Father wondered leaning forward and studying the small boy.

“This is Nanku. He belongs to us now. I found him alone in the woods and brought him home.”

“Alone in the woods? That isn’t good. It is well that Mother found you and brought you here.”

“But I wasn’t scared in the woods. I was happy and free there,” explained Nanku.

“Nonsense!” bellowed Father. “You’ll be much safer here with us. I will protect you and Mother will care for you. You will be far better off with us.”

Nanku could not see how he was better with them and he longed for the safety of the woods but he shrugged and whispered, “If you say so.”

“Very well!” Mother cried, “We’re a family now! Sit here with Father while I go and work on dinner.”

Nanku nodded. He looked over at Father. He was sitting on the couch watching hockey. He climbed up onto the couch and sat next to him. The man hardly seemed to notice.

“What is this?” Nanku wondered.

“Hockey son.”

“And who is playing?”

“The Kings and the Oilers.”

“How does it work?”

Father’s brow scrunched and he glared at the young boy who’s eyes were wide as he gazed up at father. “Listen, son, I’m trying to watch this game. Stop with all the questions.”

Nanku looked down into his lap and lowered his head. “Ok, I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” Nanku nodded and then sat quietly trying to sort out the sport on his own. He was a clever boy and soon he was making sense of the spectacle. He gathered that Father was routing for the Kings on account that he kept cursing them for apparently not performing very well. He also figured out some of the rules of the sport. He did not dare say another word however, especially when Father got angry and was yelling at the television. He just held very still and barely breathed until the storm of Father’s anger subsided.

“Is this the person who is supposed to protect me?” Nanku wondered. “He seems very scary like an angry monster.”

And so he was.

Fable: The Rabbit and his Friends

An attempt to write a fable for a Sureshot piece  I’m working on.

The sun rose in the west and warmed the sands of the desert. All the animals crept from their homes to bask in its warmth. By midday the sun was high and hot, burning all who dared to stare at it. The rabbit ran to its hole, carefully dug out under a cactus, protected from the sun. There, the rabbit found a lizard and a bird shading themselves.

“Why are you in my home?” The rabbit asked of the visitors.

“We were hot and had no place to shade ourselves,” explained the bird. “Can we share your home with you?”

“Sure,” the rabbit agreed, and the three of them sat in the cool of the rabbit’s home and had a conversation while they waited for the heat to pass.

A fox prowled the hot sands and heard the conversation between the three animals. The fox approached and, surprised to find the three in the hole together, he asked, “Why are all three of you in the same hole? I’ve never seen a rabbit, a lizard and a bird share a hole before.”

Scared, the animals looked at each other and wondered how to answer. Finally the rabbit explained, “We were all hot in the sun and I had plenty of room so I decided to share my home.”

“Oh that’s nice,” the fox chuckled. “Nice of you to provide me with a diverse meal that is.”

“Oh no! Please don’t eat us,” the lizard pleaded.

“Why should I spare you? A fox must eat after all,” the fox reasoned.

“Well of course but you don’t need to eat us. In fact, why don’t you join us in this cool home and wait for the sun to pass?” The bird chirped.

“I don’t need your home, I have my own, but I could do with a nice meal,” the fox grinned as he licked his lips.

“Well, if you must eat one of us, why not start with the bird?” the rabbit suggested. “After all, everyone knows birds taste delicious. Plus, he could get away easiest because he can fly, so best to eat him first.”

The fox agreed with the rabbit’s reasoning and in spite of the bird’s protests, the fox ate him first. When he was finished he declared that he was still hungry.

“Well,” the rabbit started, “ you should probably eat the lizard next then. After all, you probably have rabbit all the time but I bet you don’t eat lizard very often.”

The fox agreed and even though the lizard warned him not to, the fox ate the poor lizard up. After finishing the meal, the fox began to feel sick. He couldn’t see straight and he was sweating as he began to get a fever.

The rabbit laughed, “Stupid fox. Desert lizards are poisonous.”

“Why did you do that?” the fox asked as he was dying.

“Because in the desert, there are no friends and no favors. You survive by wit, wile and wisdom.”