It should have been one of his happiest days. It had started well enough, with the sunlight streaming in through his bedroom window. Felix sat up in bed and rubbed the crop of straw coloured hair away from his face. He stretched and smiled excitedly. As he swung his feet down onto the floorboards he heard the rattling of crockery and his mother humming contentedly to herself in the kitchen. She had a low, comforting voice and her mood was highly infectious. He hurried to see what she had prepared for breakfast today.
"Hey Ma!" Felix almost fell through the doorway, stopping only to notice the cheery glow of the stove and sunlight reflected on his mother's face.
"Mornin' son," his mother turned and enveloped him in her arms. He breathed in the faint smell of baking mixed with the rose water perfume that she always wore. "Sit yerself down then, seein' it's your special day!" Felix, drew the chair up to the table. His mother had already begun pouring the tea from a large green pot that stood on the red cloth. In another instant, a plate of sausages had been placed before Felix and he could hear the hiss of eggs in a pan. He bit into the thick slice of freshly baked bread tasting, first, the melting butter and then the delicious, warm flavours of the seeds within the loaf. That was when he had first known for certain that today really was going to turn out to be very special indeed!
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This is great stuff! Can't wait to read what happens next.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the way you've shown the mother's character with a combination of her fussing over Felix and the odd tweak in her dialogue.
One of my favourite authors, Elmore Leonard, does this all the time. In Get Shorty (the book) he shows Chili Palmer's New York heritage by simply having him say "hunnerd" instead of "hundred". A technique that can easily be overused but, when done well (as above), is hugely effective.