posted on Nov, 1 2011 @ 12:06 AM
"It wasn't as if anyone got hurt!!" The little boy cried, blue eyes cutting to see if she were even paying attention now that Jenson was sweeping
up the shattered pieces of the vase.
"Oh, luvkins, of course it isn't as if Anyone got hurt. Grandmama has been dead for aeons, and Jenson has unfortunately gotten some previous
practice in separating her ashes form the shards of the vase. I seem to recall when I myself were a child, while running through these very halls, I
too knocked her straight off her pillar!!" Mother gave a hearty laugh, followed by a hearty slug of her ever present drink. She waltzed over to him
and patted his curly mop of blonde scruff, and he drank in her scent as she flounced from the room.
As soon as the door fell shut, the little boy turned a glare towards Jenson.
"That's not really Grandmama, is it, Jenson?" The child asked, taking a step away from the butler towards the door and his mother. All of a sudden,
he did not want to play here any more.
"You're right boy, they ain't jus' yor mammy's ashes, though, who tol' you about it?" Jenson coughed and spittle flew from his thick lips. The
little boy creeped ever more close to the door....
"Whose ashes are they too, then?" The child asked, his voice raising an octave, along with his heart rate....
Jenson squinted at the boy, and his thick lips parted into a brown toothed leer. He lurched at the child, and grabbed him, their faces so close the
child could smell the bourbon on Jenson's breath....
"Why, yor momma didden tell ya'? They be YOR ashes, boy, they be YOR ashes...."
The boy screamed and squealed and wiggled out of the old man's arms, high tailing it from his mother's dressing room quicker than ol' Jenson had
Enjoying the now quiet of the floor, Jenson continued his given tasks, whistling pleasantly under his breath.