Thursday Taster 15: Rainbow Catcher

Hello and Welcome to Thursday Taster again. Talented writers from all over the blogosphere gather together to give readers tasty parts of their work in progress, you can find the list here. 

 

I'm so sorry for being so very late today. I'll hope you'll enjoy anyway. Last time Gena refused to cook dinner. From Chapter 3 the editing is going down hill, I really need a good idea to fix this.

 

“I thought the kid deserved nice spaghettis for his last meal in town, but we can always go dine out,” Markus answered.

Gena left the room without a word more, her high heels resonating in the stairs.

“You’ll see, her spaghettis are the best in town, that’s why I married her,” Markus said winking at Jason.

“But she said…” Jason started.

“Trust me, she’ll make you some, she might be mad, but she always knows how to get what she wants when she treats my stomach,” Markus said stroking his stomach which was getting prominent with age. Jason couldn't think about the last time he had eaten anything else than dry fish, it was probably before his parents' death. 

Chapter 3

Markus was right, Gena’s spaghettis were the best in town, but Jason wasn’t really hungry and the pasta made his insides feel funny. He didn't eat anything that rich and oily in a long time. Dry fish was the cheapest, he could get some at the dock, once all the good fishes had been sold for almost nothing. That way, he saved money for the rainbow. But somehow, it felt like a total waste now, the money was gone and he still had no rainbow.

He was worried about how Clarissa would feel the next morning when she would wake up not having him around. He would, she spend her days without knowing that he would be there to hold her hand in the evening until she fell asleep? How she would bear being alone? Since their parents died, they had always been here for each other. She was the only thing he had in this world and he was the only one for her too. As long as he could remember they had only been separated once, when their parents died, two years earlier.

The social services had taken Clarissa away and put her in a family while he stayed at the center, he was too old to be placed. They had said that it was better for them, that way they could both take care of their own life without having to worry about the other. It might have been a good idea, but it didn’t work that way. They were not the one getting up every night when Clarissa had a nightmare and cried in the middle of the night dreaming about the accident, he was. After a week, her new family brought her back saying that she needed psychological help because she had been crying and refusing to eat. They refused to let him see her and Clarissa went to the hospital, her health was getting worse and worse. Finally, the psychologist decided that maybe there was something physiological going wrong with her and that the pain in her chest was not only due to her feelings, that’s when they brought her to doctor Marshall and when she was diagnosed with a right ventricular hypertrophy. It was an easy diagnosis. She had been crying so much that she couldn’t breathe properly, the blood from her heart wasn’t flowing properly to her lungs, making them grow weaker, and every little amount of stress was increasing the symptom.

 

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