The grass was still wet of the dew, but the little girl didn't seem to mind it. Her red linnen dress kept hitching on the grasses, but she kept walking. Her light lbond her was splitted into two thick braids which were closed by two pieces of rope. The girl picked carefully the yellow, purple, red, pink, white and blue flowers. She put them in the little rush basket, where already lay a small pile. The sun came peeking over the edge of the forrest nearby. She ddin't seem to notice that there was a tall, slim, young man came out of the wood. Softly she sang the songs she knew. The man stood watching for a moment, but walked then towards her.
"Hey little girl," he greeted her friendly. The girl gave a little stir, but turned around.
"Hello..." she had a light and clear voice. The man squated and picked a bluebottle.
"Could you help me with something?" He asked while reaching her the flower. Faltering she came closer.
"With what?" She accepted the flower. His eyes were changeable in this light of the morning.
"I am looking for some food... do you know where I can get that?" The girl stared at him in surprise, but after a moment she smiled.
"Yes, in town is Tuck his house, but you can also come to my place..." She had an admiration for this man she could not place. He smiled firendly.
"That would be great, could you point me in the right direction?" His thin lips moved a lot while talking. The girl nodded and took his hand. HHers were small, his were strong but slender. If she had been older she would not have doubted that he could easily kill her.
"Come with me sir!" She was glad with a visitor. And together they walked through the grass, which was drying quickly now. When they arrived at the backyard of a white house she opened a gate.
"Here do I live with my mum," she didn't recalled a father. The man followed her inside. It was nor rich, nor poor.
"Hang on a second, I'll call Sandie," with those words she hopped with muddy boots, to the right, down a small set of stairs, to the kitchen. Her light voice reached to the man his ears.
"Sandie! Sandie! I brought a visitor, may have some food?" A lower voice answered something he coulnd't understand.
"I will bring him to the dinningroom, okay?" Another answer and then she came back in the corridor. Now on bare feet. A vase in her hands, she seated it on a table next to the stair to the higher floors.
"Come this way, Sandie will make some food for us both," she took his hand again, for the man it was somehow comforting. Sheleaded him to one of the three doors in the corridor. The room was large, light, with a woolly red carpet on the floor. In the middle was a long table for many guests.
"Take a seat, I'll be right back, putting my flowers in a vase for my mum," she hopped out of the room, upstairs. The man sat down, but so he could cross his legs. He was dressed in a simple black trouser, black leather boots, which reached halfway his calves. On top he wore a darkgreen shirt with a long coat over it.
Meanwhile the girl had ran upstairs with the vase and the flowers in the basket. In the bathroom she filled up the vase with water, puted the flowers in it. And wit the vase she walked silently, and carefully to her mothers bedroom. She placed the vase next to her mothers mirror. Together with a drawing from the pocket of her dress.It was a picture of her, and mother.
She left the room, hopped downstairs and entered the dinningroom again. Breakfast was just served.
"Thank you Sandie!" The girl sat next to her visitor, the chair was slightly to low for her.
"Enjoy your meal," Sandie, the cook was a stocky, somewhat plumpy woman with firery red hair and thousands of freckles,left the room again. Used to the strangers in the house.
"I hope you like oatmeal porridge," she grinned while giving herself some tea.
"What is that kind of liquid?" he asked curiously.
"Tea," she smiled, "You want some?"
"I have never had it, but yes please, let's try it."
After a moment of silence the girl looked at him with a slight frown.
"by the way, what is your name?"
"Oh, you can call me Thok," he smiled again, "what's yours?"
"Queenie," they shook hands with a laugh.
"You have a very strange name Thok." She said with a firm voice.
"I know, but where I come from it's normal." Queenie nodded, that she understood. Soon the man was done with eating, but Queenie wasn't so he waited.
"Where is your mum, anyway?" He asked while she sipped her tea.
"Oh she is still asleep, she will not wake before the sun has reached the sitting room." This peculiar fact was a surprise for the man, but he didn't comment on it. The rest of the meal was about her life with her mother.
"You know," she said suddenly in a whisper, "I know she isn't my real mum, but she doesn't know that I know." The man smiled.
"I know, Winnie, because I think it's time you wake up." The girl smiled as if she was relieved and everything vanished.
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