The man looked down at his emaciated body. The looming hunger was finally starting to take it's toll and his eyes were heavy with weary, and famine. They eat too much, said the woman. Her face was disfigured with hate for his children and her grey skin was pulled tight over her visible cheekbones. We won't survive if they carry on as they are. We need to take them away. For our own good. He turned away, unable to make eye contact with her lifeless eyes.
The boy turned to the girl, a single tear streaming down her face. The man and the woman hadn't noticed them peering through the gaps in the banister. We have to do something, she whispered. He nodded slightly. Okay.
After a breakfast of mouldy oats swimming in a grey hazed water, they prepared to leave. The man grabbed his coat and his shoes and his axe and sat down at the table, his skinny hands grabbing at his thinning hair. She entered the room soon after the boy and the girl. Her eyes looked up and down the boy and the girl, hating every pound of weight which she was never given. Let's go, the man said mournfully. The woman left first, followed slowly by the man and the girl and then finally the boy, who played with the small white pebbles in his tattered coat pocket.
They walked into the forest, each tree identical to the last. No matter how far they travelled, the scenery seemed to stay the same. Every other step they took, the boy dropped one of the pebbles onto the ground. The woman smiled to herself for the first time in weeks. Okay, she turned to the boy and the girl. You two wait here whilst me and your dad look for wood to burn and food to eat. We're running low. They nodded slowly. The man went over to the boy and the girl and hugged them both. He kissed each of their cold cheeks and turned quickly, following the woman into the expanse of trees. The boy and the girl sat and waited. The forest was silent. Soon, the light began to fade on the forest and the boy and the girl started to look for the pebbles. In the dark, the whiteness of the pebbles should be quite easy to see, he said to his sister. She said nothing. They searched and they walked and they began to grow cold.
He saw a light through a clearing in the woods. She turned to him, asking questions yet still remaining silent. They advanced slowly together. It was a cottage. Brightly coloured and made of something different to their own home. He touched the walls of the cottage with his hands. It's made of food, he said to the girl. She picked a bit of the red window ledge and placed it in her mouth. It was sweet. They began to take whole bites from the building. The taste of it made them feel warm, and at ease. After filling themselves until they felt sick, they stopped. The girl turned to the right, and saw the door swing open. A small, old woman appeared. She smiled at them. There's food inside and beds, if you please, she croaked. They took no caution, and followed her inside.
The next morning, after they'd slept safely, the old woman walked into their room.
Are you okay?
Yes, thank you.
Sleep well?
Yes, thank you.
Good.
She looked them up and down. Her eyes fell on the boy.
Follow me, she smiled. He stood, legs aching from the deep sleep and the food he'd eaten yesterday. He followed her downstairs and into the garden. The old woman seemed different. She stood taller. Her shoulders back. Her back was straight. He began to speak, when he saw a cage just before them. He went to turn, but she grabbed him. There was no point fighting. Even though he'd eaten well compared to his parents, he was still weak with famine. He fell. She looked at him, shutting the cage door. Then, she turned and went into the house.
Several sun rises later, the girl was in the kitchen. She was being forced to scrub the floor. Her knuckles were bleeding. The floor was looking as dirty as it did when dawn broke and now she could see the darkness creeping over the horizon. She glanced up. The old woman was still towering over her.
Where is he?
Does it matter?
Yes.
No it doesn't.
The old woman turned, and left through the door. As she walked into the garden, she took the loaf of bread out of her bag. Her almost-blind-eyes could make out the shape of the boy. He looked slightly larger than yesterday. Like a pig. She tossed the bread between the iron bars. Holding on to the bars, she leant in and pinched the boy. He still felt underweight. Not at all like the dinner she was hoping for that evening. Annoyed, she went back into the house. The boy dropped the bone he'd been holding. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that his quick thinking had saved him for at least one more day.
With the coming of the dawn, the old woman was lighting the furnace in her cottage. She grabbed her aching back. Get here. The girl ran to the old woman, silently.
What's wrong, she murmured.
Help me light the fire. There's logs over there. Hurry.
The girl turned around and grabbed some logs, placing them in the fire. She could feel the warmth on her cheeks. The old woman demanded more logs. The girl took a deep breath. She lifted a log slowly. She placed it into the furnace before quickly grabbing the old woman by the scruff of her neck and placing her in the fire, just like the logs. She closed the furnace and ran into the garden. She found the boy in the iron cage, and together they ran into the forest. Never once turning back.