jazz

A fairy tale for LittleChaos and anyone else who may happen to read and enjoy it.

This is a tale my grandfather used to tell me when I was a child. We would sit out the back after dinner and watch the sun set the sky on fire. Its one last burst of energy before it went down behind the silhouettes of scattered gums and the pitched roofs of suburbia. With beer in hand and dog at foot hed recount this story to me a little at a time, just as Ill do for you here.
Its a story of a boy that came to live in his small rural community out the back of no where. Left at the door of the most humble of families, not rich in money or land, but more wealthy in love and compassion than any he had ever met. Which is what makes this tale or the more sad to tell.
This little wretch, no more than 2 years old was plonked on their dirty porch in the darkest hours of the morning. Naked, but for the trickling tears on his chubby cheeks and the thick mop of red curls that crowned him.
The woman that Kept this particular home knew the cry of a child all to well. Having been a mother first when she was just a child herself. And as if by clockwork, then steadily added to her collection of kiddlings every couple of years there after.
But she was a good, strong and loving woman who taught her brood well. And at this juncture in her life all her babies were almost full grown with many having already left her nest and the 2 left at home were to keen in her opinion to follow their siblings out the door.
Late at night in bed, before she slept she would whisper to her husband how good it would be to have the house to themselves at last. How fine it would be to think in peace and do as she pleased. At this her husband would slide a big well worn hand behind her neck, cupping her head entirely and tell her that he knew how she felt. And cheekily tease her that he couldnt wait either, so he could have her whenever he liked. With that she would giggle, happy to think she had fooled him. But he did know exactly how she felt. He knew how she died a little inside each time she watched a child of hers walk out the door-bags packed and stars in there eyes looking toward the future.
But now there was new hope at their door. With the child wrapped in his wife's arms and without a word being said between them they took the babe into their home and their hearts. He seemed innocent enough, just a small child like any other. If only they had known the reason why he was abandoned, perhaps they may have been saved.

To be continued..........
MWAH