the broken pitcher page 2

the broken pitcher page 2 by ric gustafson


Myron woke up and his eyes darted around the large room. The scrapes and bruises that he had felt had been worked on while he slept. In this bedroom, he saw three large bay windows and a fire that crackled in a fireplace. He closed his eyes because it felt safe and peaceful here. After a while, he heard the bedroom open and then close.
" Myron, how do you feel?".
" I'm sore all over". He tried to raise his head but couldn't.
" Yes, those men beat you up pretty good".
" Where am I?".
" My spare bedroom". He walked over and opened the white blinds to reveal sunshine. " How do you like my clay pitchers?".
Myron looked and for the first time noticed wooden shelves filled with pitchers and clay pots. " They are very nice".
The young man smiled. " After you have recovered from your wounds and feel better, would you like to see my studio?".
" Sure".


research help: original story and ' Mended' by Angie Smith


Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric