The Wind in the Willows
By Deborah J Lindsey
“I don’t like the sound of that wind. It’s downright gloomy and lonesome.” Ratite said to his friend, Mole.
“No, I don’t care for it one bitty bit. Creatures is scarred all up and down this river. I’ve seen it in their eyes.”
Ratite turned from the door to see his old friend warming his hands by a dying fire.
He was worried about him. Mole hadn’t been outside in many days. Not that Mole ventured out much in the day spring as a rule, but he could be coaxed out now and again for a picnic.
Rattie slipped along to the tiny kitchen and put the kettle on for a boil.
He continued his musings and mutterings to himself as Mole had fallen asleep in the red armchair.
“Come to think on it, things have been darkling odd of late.
Why, hadn’t he just been up to Toad Hall and old Toadie wouldn’t answer his door. He just kept popping up and peeking out from behind the draperies. Right unkind and totally out of character for that boasting toad. “
The whistling kettle brought him from his musings. He filled two mugs and measured out the dark tea into both. He placed them on a tray and added some watercress and lady bug scones that his friend always seemed to delight it.
Rattie shivered and felt his left whisker tingle. That was a bad sign. Something strange and fearful was about. It was like the chill warnings of a bad winter coming. The dread hung in the air and wound itself around Rattie’s body like a Black-headed python.
“Come my friend, I’ve fetched us some tea.”
Mole squinted and blinked a few times.
“I can hear the willows weeping.” He whispered.
© Copyright May, 2018 by Deborah J Lindsey
Not sure I mastered this prompt but it was much fun visiting my old dear friends.
Genre Prompt for 5/5/18: Dystopian. Dystopia - Wikipedia
A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- "bad" and τόπος "place"; alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or simply anti-utopia) is a community or society that is undesirable or frightening. Title: