Chicken Coop Devastation
The wind howled in anticipation. The chickens squawked necks jerking forward then back pecking at unseen danger, their skinny claws raking the dry brown ground. Molly raised her head, called into the sky; “Lord, Lord save us from devastation.”
As the wind threatened to raise her skirt high, she lured the chickens inside the coop wondering if it would make a difference; if anything made a difference.
The lone road leading to the house was empty. Skip probably not on the way back probably headed towards that other woman who brought them havoc.
Molly knew something was going on from the first “Meet the Teacher” night. Skip had showered, shaved and wore the right fit jeans. Molly teased him, “You spruced up, feels like we’re going on a date.”
She knew because his eyes locked with Ms. Jenny’s as they stood in the doorway, before his hand casually brushed the third grade teacher during a meeting folder exchange.
She had been vandalized, came upon a locked box previously hidden in the attic floorboards empty, the jewelry and money inside taken by someone she love. Her heart demolished and destroyed.
The weather alert sounded and Molly tucked herself inside the chicken coop praying, “Lord, Lord save us from devastation.”
. . . . Seriously Just Saying
Tagged: Character Development