Hi all! I apologize once again for the previous gravity of this story. I brought it back updated and I actually quite like it this way!!
Once again I mention, that it would be helpful if you have read the first and second WFS books (and preferably the Wingfeather Tales) but I think you could get by without having read Wingfeather Tales.
Please let me know your thoughts and guesses in the comments below! It helps improve my writing (and it's fun to see what you think will happen!) Also, don't be afraid to ask me if you don't know how to say someone's name! Hope you like it!
A little boy sat looking out the window of an apartment above the streets of Dugtown. He gazed at the bustling carts and vendors and watched as a rat swiped a plumyum from a vendorâs table.
âOch! Even the rats in this town are no good!â a woman said as she came up behind him.
âI canât believe youâre even looking out this window! Itâs filthy!â She looked down at the boyâs white, blond hair that was suspiciously dusty. âAnd so are you! Where have you been?â
âI was playing Stranders in the alley with Lorix Nebb.â the boy told his mother, somewhat shamefully.
She sighed. âListen⌠I know you were just trying to have fun but you need to be careful in the alley. There are many dangerous people here in Dugtown, and outside of it. Believe me, I knowâŚâ
âMama? What makes those people bad?â he asked full of innocence.
âWell, theyâre not necessarily bad. Everyone has the possibility to do bad things and there is a desire in us that wants to make us do them.â She paused âBut many people when they encounter a problem, they turn to these bad things to solve their problem or make them feel better.â
âAnd does it?â the boy asked, which snapped the womanâs gaze back to him, for it was she who had now been gazing out the window.
âNo. It doesnâtâ she replied sadly. âMy son, I want to teach you something and it is this: Whenever you encounter a problem, turn to those you love and who love you. Donât push them away. They will always love you. I will always love you.â
âI love you, mama!â The boy said hugging her.
âI love you too. Now go wash up for dinner while I clean off this window before your father gets home.â
The boy washed up and sat down across from his mother to a dinner of thin totato soup. His mother quickly thanked the Maker and they started to eat.
âWhy isnât Father home yet?â he asked between bites of soup.
âI donât know.â his mother answered, with a worried look on her face.
They were almost finished with their bowls when the door creaked open and the boyâs father entered and slumped into his chair with a sigh.
âWell, you got any dinner for me?â He asked grouchily (though it was more of a command than a question).
The woman quickly rose, took their bowls to the sink and fetched him a bowl.
âThe soupâs cold!â he bellowed.
âIt wouldnât be cold if you had come straight home!â The woman snapped back.
As he ate his soup, the man grumbled âA workinâ man deserves his soup warm⌠What has she done all day? Knit? Mughhh gugghh⌠cold soup. Darn prices⌠I hate totatoesâŚâ
She could sense her husband was angry (as usual) and nodded to the boy to go. The boy slipped out but could hear them from the living room.
âHow was work?â She asked, trying to draw his attention off of the cold soup.
âYou know exactly how itâs been goinâ.â The man grumbled.
"Actually, no I donât!â She screamed at him âCause youâre never home, Or youâre in such a mood that no one dares to talk to you!â
âIâll not hear from you again Soe!â He rose from his chair âI donât work for Barnas anymore. He fired me.â
Soe gasped.
âNow stop yer gawkinâ! That was a month ago!â He paused and drank something. âSince then Iâve found some âoddâ jobs âround Dugtown. And a few outside itâŚâ
âThe STRANDERS?!â She exclaimed loudly. âYou know how I feel about their type.â
âLike you can talk! Sofee Louelle Grabbins!!â the man yelled. This seemed to silence the still yelling Soe who seemed taken aback.
âAnd anyway, theyâre all I could find. They pay decent⌠considering the circumstancesâŚâ
âCIRCUMSTANCES?!!â Soe yelled. âI donât know what kind of shady jobs youâre doing for the Stranders but Iâve had enough! Whatever âdecentâ money youâve been making certainly hasnât been going towards feeding your son!â
âI⌠I lost it⌠at the dice tablesâŚâ The man fumbled.
âThe dice tables?!! What have you become?! Wasting your money on chance? Not just your money but OUR money! What are we going to do...â She fell back in her chair distressed by all the fighting.
âSofee, Iâm not the only one whoâs a screw-upâŚâ The man started.
âDonât call me that!â The boyâs mother began to sob brokenly âIâm not Sofee Grabbins anymore and you know that! Iâve changed! And so have you, but not for the better. This is not the man I married. I miss the old Hyrts!â
The boy peeked through the doorway to see his mother with her head in her hands, sobbing.
âIâVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE WOMAN!â Hyrts turned and opened the door.
âWhere are you going?â She asked through tears.
âI donât know.â He answered gruffly. âMaybe Iâll be back, maybe I wonât. One thingâs for sure, Iâve got to return to emâ . Who knows what those dirty thievesâll want nextâŚâ
As he reached to close the door, Soe spoke up âJust take a minute to consider whoâs the dirty thief.â she said passive-aggressively.
Hyrts looked at her over his shoulder with a single tear in his eye and said âMe. But Iâm stuck now. Once a Strander, always a Strander.â
As his father closed the door with a bang, his mother screamed âTHATâS NOT TRUE!!â and fell to the floor in tears.
The boy ran to his bedroom. He lay on his bed and thought about his father as he listened to his motherâs sobs. An anger slowly grew in his heart until it burst forth in a single scream, muffled in the boyâs thin pillow. The scream dissolved into sobs. âIâll never be like my father!â he thought. Crying was a sound that would ring in his ears for the rest of his life⌠crying and screams.
P.S. If you're worried about the father leaving, It will be resolved later. đ
I like how your showing that the dad also has something he is struggling with! (By the tear in his eye) Was the mom a strander? đ¤ Definitely look forward to seeing where this goes! đ