Section
Three
A happy, crackling fire spewed
forth a shower of golden sparks as the hickory log erupted in a blaze of
light. Shadows danced to and fro across
rough-hewn timber walls, leaving much of the room hidden in darkness. But the fire was warm and the building sound,
creating a warm, cozy feeling that all was well even though the winter winds
outside, a fright, should blow.
Hidden within those shadows were two emerald-green eyes
peering deeply into the burning light, a sweet gentle tune being hummed by
half-closed lips. ‘No hurry! No hurry! Let the night winds cry. No hurry.
No hurry. For tonight brings on a
happy sigh.’ Hands rested on the
chair’s gnarly arms, their fingers curled over and around the knobby ends. Naked feet resting on the hard oaken floor
would slowly push down, sending the person in the chair back into the shadows
until, tired of the struggle, they would surrender to the moment, sending chair
and rider up into the firelight. Back
and forth, back and forth, the musical creaking of the chair blended in
melodious harmony with the little humming tune.
‘No hurry! No hurry!
The night is young. No hurry...’
The mellow light of the musical fire revealed a tiny brown
furry creature scurrying across the floor in search of fallen crumbs. It was rewarded with treasures also of small
pieces of cheese scattered among the morsels.
Eyes closed as a contented smile grew across the face of the ‘oh, so
untidy’ person listening in the shadows.
Moments of peace such as this had been all too rare over the many
centuries. It felt so good to have the
antics of the a little mouse be the biggest intrusion into the cozy dreamy
world.
In the middle of a bite, the mouse froze. Then, still holding tight its treasure of
well-aged cheese, it sniffed the air as if searching for an answer to a
disturbance in the cabin’s restful ambiance.
For a heartbeat, the creaking of the chair ceased, the person in the
chair also hearing the harmonic shift in the winter storm winds. All so soon the chair began its music again,
the person displaying no concern, but the furry little creature hurried away,
holding fast its trophy of the night.
Something approached, its power great, and the little fellow wished not
to be found in such an open, conspicuous place no matter how inviting the
banquet.
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