“Have you ever heard of Hubert Keller’s Fleur burger?"Madeline stared at him, trying to remind herself that she didn't just hear him mention about three words before mentioning ‘burger'. Who in the world ate such things as food? she wanted to shout.“No, Mr. Robinson. I haven't heard of it before."Robinson said nothing as he pushed a strand of hair out of Mariam's face. “Can you spell it?" he asked, his hand clasping around Mariam's.Madeline shifted one foot and without meaning to, scratched the back of her neck.“Get me a piece of paper and pen from there," Robinson said, clearing off the silence that greeted his question. He pointed with his free hand to the table set on the other side of the bed.When she handed over the paper, Madeline watched him shift uncomfortably, not letting go of the little one who was wrapped in the top sheet. After scribbling on it , Robinson handed the paper over to her.Madeline read the words and the only thought in her head was, “Such fine handwriti
In the outskirts of Dulwich Village, London, a company stands tall with glass windows, guarded with wired spikes at the edge of the huge wall that runs around the compound. Two huge pillars are placed on both sides of the company.Robinson dropped the files roughly on the oak table, tapping his fingers to the boredom in the meeting room. Five of his board of directors were sitting before him waiting for his next order, one that most of them would probably object to, especially Dr William who sat next to him. After Robinson took over his father's business, half ignoring his own, Dr William had been a hidden threat."I'm not sure we can accept what they have to offer. We can't accept the deal." He finally said lightly, hitting the pen on the table."But sir, we have enough money to exchange for the goods they have–""It will be a waste for this company, Daniel. This company is already near a dead end. I expect the old men here not to waste the money on importing stupid goods that won't
He was on the stairs, running to greet his parents so he thoughts. He sped up and stumbled on something that lay on the stairs– Old man Anthony lay still with blood oozing it. He screamed and ran to the first room that came to his mind. Blood was everywhere– on the rails, the floor, the window covered in splattered blood. He then opened the door and he saw her. Dark long hair, and green eyes peering into his blue eyes. She was holding a knife, she raised to his father's neck and said,"You are late again, Robinson," she said, ending it with a shrieking laugh that echoed loudly.He screamed and jerked up from the bed, with sweat all over his face and shoulders.It was a dream. The same dream that had been tormenting him for five years. He grunted and climbed off the bed to the bathroom."You came home very late." A body that lay beside him moved and stripped off the blanket to look at him. "I thought yesterday was supposed to be for us, seriously for us alone."He stopped in his tracks
Two days ago.A black woman with slender legs and long arms, black curly hair, like the natural hair of an African woman, ran past the numerous children in the first room, answering their greetings with her bright smile.She entered another room, a smaller one. She tried to catch her breath, placing a palm on her chest."Good morning, Mrs Evans," she said, walking to the wooden table that had broken edges."Good morning, Olivia. You seem… unsettled. Anything the matter?""Oh." She chuckled. "Not really. Is Madeline around?""Of course!" Her tiny voice rang. "Just go inside, you will see her. She's a little busy with kids, but I'm sure she will listen to you.""Thank you, Mrs Evans." she breathed back and went to the next room.Little chatterings of children, filled the room that was meant for an office. Each of them held a book they called 'reader' and sang every word they saw in the book in unison. They had this serenity they showed when they sang in numbers. Madeline Miller– held a
"And I told myself today was going to be a good day." She sighed and walked briskly to the black gate that stood tall among the other gates around it.It had golden flower designs at its tip, the strong metal was coated with a shiny black colour that made it glisten under the bright sun.Madeline arranged her rumpled skirt to straighten its hem, took deep breaths, paused to take a careful look at herself, and after some moments passed, she proceeded to knock on the gate.Soon, the lock on the other side of the gate was dragged to the left side, and someone pulled the gate slowly."Madeline Miller?" a woman's voice asked in a low tune. She had a smile that could be considered fake."Yes. Yes, that's me.""Come with me." She turned quickly as she walked towards twin doors that had guards protecting the house. "Mr Hill had been waiting for you. If I must say, exactly thirty minutes before the time set." Her voice was commanding.Madeline wasn't a fool. She knew exactly what the woman was
He stepped down the stairs holding a cup filled with red wine in between his fingers. He wore his bare chest proudly, with abs bursting out through his skin. Tattoos from the right side of his chest that trailed down to his arm. He chuckled dryly as he remembered the little accomplishment he achieved yesterday.The smell of bacon and cheese filled the atmosphere which made Mariam run from the first sitting room down to where the kitchen was. Bacon and cheese were her best food. She could scream the house down when Anna decided to prepare it.Mariam was a flag of hope to Robinson each time he looked at her. No one knows who her father was. Anna had confirmed seeing him only once but didn't get to know his name.She hardly asks about her parents having seen Robinson as her father and Anna as her mother. Then making Eleana the witch in the family. Robinson often laughs when he hears her calling Eleana a witch.He strolled to the dining room, drank the wine Anna had filled a glass with
Madeline stared at the girl she's supposed to take care of, wondering what her story was. Was her mother dead? Inattentive? Occupied with work? Whatever the case was, she told herself she'd make sure the girl felt the absence less.Not wanting to scare the girl when she woke up from the way she's angled over bed, Madeline gently pushed herself off the bed to take a look on the restroom. As expected, the place is “we just bought this from the factory" clean. She gripped the door handle tighter as she stared around the room, taking in everything it encompasses.On the wall facing her was a window too high for the little girl to reach. In truth, even her hands couldn't reach there. By the wall to the left were rows of hair creams, lotions, and soap, a mirror above them.Children are allowed to have all these? she thought.Madeline thought the zinc only added beauty to the pink paint of the walls, making her wish for a breif moment she had this kind of childhood. When her face catches the
The soft beep of the alarm found his eyes opening as soon as it called out. The realization that less than six years ago, he struggled to wake when the alarm came at five curved a grim smile into my lips.Just six years.Robinson rubbed a palm over his face before sitting up in bed. To his left Eleana had somehow managed to entangle herself with the bedsheet. However does she sleep this much? he thought.He walked over to the table on Eleana's side of the bed, plucked the bottle of water on it and emptied it down his aching throat. Rounding the bed, he walked into the restroom on the far end of the wall. A quick splash of water on his face and he walked back into the room. Eleana was still asleep, but in a new position, the sheets tangling tighter.A quick glance at the clock told him he had been up for nearly fifteen minutes, which left him with another fifteen before he commenced the business of the day. Having the only possible distraction from from starting still slumbering off bes