Today's Word - 'Council'
Moon circle time again. That once
monthly torture that is our family council, but today, for a change, I am safe.
I have done nothing wrong. Annoyed no-one. Not taken one single step out of
line.
Yet she sits opposite me with a
smug set to the thin red thread of her lips. She is waiting. Waiting for her
turn with the talking stick.
My stomach takes an elevator
plunge. What does she know? What will she say once the smooth bone, encased in
sky blue beads, is in her hands?
She points the stick like a gun
to my head. A vicious shake of it rattles out my death knell, while the
turquoise eye of the peacock feather tied to its end winks cheekily. I’m done
for.
A fake smile shrouds her
intention. Only I know that she intends to beat me with that stick until the
cork explodes from my bottled-up problems and I confess the one truth – I don’t
belong here.
