Unnamed Story: Issue 2

                                                                                   

Here is Issue 2, for your edification. Do be sure to critique it, I can take the tough love.

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No sooner had he made it home than the local authorities had been aroused and a search was being conducted. Finally the magistrate arrived at our house, and upon searching, discovered the golden cup nestled within my parents bedclothes.

My mother was quite mortified. I am certain that she was a torrent of emotion. She probably contemplated the circumstances of having to raise a newborn on her own, which in turn influenced her final decision.

In the end, my father was condemned to five years imprisonment. He stood trial that very day in our village's crude, ugly courtroom. The only attendants were my parents, our village leader, and most importantly, the woman from which my father had stolen.

The trial commenced. My father pleaded, yet was still sent away. My mother was now left alone, sick and with a child to care for. However, this was not to be my fate.

The rich, wealthy woman, who to this point had been but a minor character in the trial, came over to comfort my mother. She laid her shawl around her shoulders and set a bag of coins beside her. And then she did the single most important thing that has ever occurred to me in my life. She offered to take me from my mother, and raise me as her own.

As much as it hurt her to do so, my mother gave me away that day to her. Bundled warmly I went away with the majestic woman in her carriage, to what many may call a better life. I have not always been to sure that that is so.

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Tune in next week for the next part!