ProserpinaI sat down to the simple meal that had been arranged for us. Under the watchful eye of a few of Siek Toth’s gun-toting men, Phillippe and I ate the food.We were served by an old woman in her traditional dress and I stared at her heavily embroidered blouse and the skirts that swished about her as she moved. In another life, I might have admired the intricate thread work, lovingly crafted. But now, I sat like a zombie, staring at it without it really registering in my mind.The Kapustnica she had ladled out for us in large bowls was a delicious sauerkraut soup. I remember having read that it is one of the most warming and soothing Slovakian dishes. Although my mind was weary and I was bone-tired after the flight, I came alive to the rich flavours of the soup. It was a hearty mixture of sauerkraut, dried mushrooms, sliced sausage, and onions. Served with a dollop of sour cream, it was a complete meal, hearty and wholesome. Phillippe had more portions than I could count.One p
ProserpinaI was finally able to get Siek Toth to help me, a decision he seemed to take reluctantly. One part of my mind registered the fact that Phillippe seemed to have taken a dislike to the man. But I was too excited to find out why.After the man had left with his retinue, I turned to Phillippe eagerly.‘Let us go and visit Schwartz first and then we can begin. Oh, Phillippe, I am so relieved, ‘I cried.The boy looked at me and said nothing.“What is it, Phillippe?” I asked, puzzled.“That man. Toth. He is not to be trusted, “ replied my young companion shortly. I stared at him. Then I said gently,“Sometimes we make do with the help we get, son. We can not always afford to choose.”He said nothing, just held my hand tightly for a while and then said softly,“Madre, you are so innocent.” I looked at him in astonishment.Every now and then, the youth surprised me with his astuteness. This was one such occasion.I rose to my feet. Draping my Brunello Cucinelli double-breasted alpac
ProserpinaSchwartz was the one who suggested that we should ask about in the local areas. He wanted to accompany me but I firmly insisted that he should rest a while more.‘” Dear James,’ I said, kissing his cheek, ‘You are my very best friend and I would trust you with my life a million times over. ’Then, straightening up, I smiled and went on,‘But for that, I need you alive and intact.’ His eyes held a faraway, wistful look but he roared with laughter and held my hand, giving it a small squeeze before nodding.‘Go ahead, then, little lady.’ And turning to Phillippe who stood, hands in his jean pocket, he added,‘I trust this young man. He will take care of you.’ The young boy immediately thrust his chest out, glowing, feeling self-important.I giggled.“ Seriously, James! I am old enough to look after myself!’ But his eyes were grave as he said,‘Take care.’As I turned to bid Aiyana goodbye, she tugged on a formal, no-nonsense coat.“I’m going with them.’ She said briskly and
LucienThat evening, when the woman, Ivica, trundled in, she had a couple of dead rabbits in her hand. She smiled craftily as she saw him watching her.“Yes, my husband,' she said in what was supposed to be a seductive purr but came out more like a menacing growl,' Yes, I will make a delicious repast for you.'Chuckling, she moved to the far interiors of the room. Lucien had figured out by now that the room was not as small as he had first thought it to be. it was large. The darkness made it appear to be small. But in the back, there was a kitchen. She forced the old man to his feet, and made him start the fire, and soon, the smell of cooking filled the air. But with a pang, Lucien thought of his wife, her pristine kitchen, the methodical way she went about her cooking and the amazingly delicious spread she whipped out, made him feel anger and a deep sadness engulf him. The woman appeared before him, a plate of rabbit stew in her hands and thick slices of bread that were old and stale
LucienThe days blended into each other, the greyness around them changing to white during the mid-morning, only to become a bleak grey at night. One morning, a few days later, he caught the old man alone. On seeing him, the old fellow tried to quicken his pace but Lucien was swifter and lunging forward from his imprisonment near the bed, he grabbed the man’s neck.‘How did I get here?’ he snarled, his cold eyes showing his willingness to kill if need be.Quavering, the thin man sank to the ground. He barely weighed more than a few pounds, thought Lucien. the old crone kept him underfed but Lucien could not feel any pity towards him. he gripped the man’s thin hair, tilting his head back forcefully.‘Speak, ‘he ordered cruelly and kicked the man savagely.*Wheezing in pain, the old man gave him a detailed account of how they had found him. It had snowed lightly the previous night, he said and the river was in spate. Lucien’s body had washed up on the river bank near sundown when the
LucienHe swung the axe up in the air with his powerful arms. He had discovered where the gun was. It was kept hidden in the woman’s bed, beside her pillow, and stored under a pile of smelly blankets. He swung the axe again and brought it down on the logs, splitting them with the force of his powerful blow.A Nosler M48 TGR 2010A, he reflected absently as he paused to wipe the sweat from his face and arms. As always, he had discarded the jacket, and he was bare-chested as he worked. One of the best hunting rifles, one that he had also examined a long time ago when he had been doing business with a Texan dealer.It was a large hunting rifle that she kept clean and ready. He had seen it the day she had killed a rabbit with it. An act of mindless cruelty, he thought as he watched the old man pick up the limp body of the dead animal. But he had seen where she kept it and had later asked the old man Gustav about it when the crone had set off on one of her sojourns into the forest.Gusta
Proserpina We entered the small store that was tucked at the corner of the lane leading off into a narrow, cobbled road that seemed to be climbing up to more houses and then swerved away. Picturesque, I thought but the beauty of the scene was lost on me.On entering the shop, we discovered that it sold things like soap and other necessities. The afternoon sun was waning, and we just had a meal at the local restaurant, a quaint little place. Perhaps in another time, I would have been fascinated by the old-world charm of the polished wooden chairs and the small room with the furniture that seemed to have been collected from many parts of the world.The coffee they served was aromatic and out of this world, bringing a welcome warmth to my tired body. Cupping my hands around the mug, I pulled the hood of my coat down and surveyed the place. Aiyana was sipping the Kofola, a spicy sort of Slovakian coke and she seemed to be enjoying it. Schwartz was tense and watchful as he sipped his ca
Proserpina“Don't mind her. Our Ivica is a strange one.” murmured the cashier looking vaguely annoyed as she began to return the old woman’s purchases to the counter.”Where does she live?” asked Aiyana, curiously.“Oh, by the river, far into the woods.” the woman sighed in exasperation and went on. “She lives alone with her father-in-law, a crazy old man. Not that she’s any less eccentric.”And she continued, oblivious to our heightened interest as she chattered away,“Doesn’t come down very often does our Ivica. But lately, she has been buying a lot of food. Too much for two people, I would say.”She smiled and turned.“Now, how can I help you?”*Phillippe had darted out of the shop and had bounded after the bus. But it had already trundled off. The two teenage girls who had been making eyes at him in the store stood around, leaning on their bicycles, giggling and gossiping. Without waiting to think, he darted across to them and said,“Please, can I have your bike?” he cried brea