Friday, November 9, 2018
Feathers in the Wind
In the old country in a tiny village there was a Gossip. Was the baker fighting with his wife? Was the Blacksmith's daughter expecting? The stable boy was riding too quickly again. Whether it was true or untrue did not matter to the Gossip. She didn't know why she spilled (or spun) so many secrets. She didn't even know she loved doing it. She just did it as a natural function like blinking. The townsfolk were frustrated by Gossip's tattles and fibs. Their grievances eventually reached the local philosopher. The LP lived in a humble shack on the highest hilltop. After the egg human delivered a basket to LP one day, LP asked her to send for Gossip. "Tell her to bring a down pillow," LP added. The egg human did as she was told. The following morning Gossip arrived at LP's shack holding a fancy down pillow from Crate & Barrel. LP took the pillow, smothered Gossip to death, kicked her body off the hilltop, and that night slept with more comfortable bedding.
Labels:
Death,
folk story,
gossip,
local,
pillow,
short story
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