Malachi thought there would be no harm in taking her to the kitchen. She walked like a crippled man all the way to the kitchen. “You don’t have a kitchen maid?” she asked. “She is only here in the morning. We usually eat lunch and dinner at my mother’s home.” He explained. “Why can you …
“Malachi,” the priest stopped playing his instrument and came inside. Malachi didn’t turn to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the peacefully sleeping human. Her face looked so different when relaxed. Almost angelic, with her pale skin and fair hair. She looked innocent and harmless. She looked beautiful. The priest came to stand …
Malachi was frustratingly carving wood to make another horse. A part of him remembered the terrified woman last night. The one that woke up in cold sweat and tears and then she cried herself to sleep. The pain in which she cried had shocked him. He had felt it deep in his chest like infected …