#46 Seven Generations (400 words)

Inspired by: Seven Curses

Eve pushed her neighbor’s mare as hard as she could. She sold everything from the farm that she could and just barely raised the money she needed to save her father’s life. The mare worked up a lather and was breathing hard. It only needed to run a few more miles to get a well-deserved rest. 

It wasn’t Elias’ first offense, and an example was to be made. In the years before the American Revolution, the British Empire tried desperately to reassert control. 

Eve reached Jeremiah’s home the night before Elias was meant to hang. She pounded on his door. Jeremiah answered, wearing a nightgown.

“What is it, girl?” He asked curtly.

“I got your money. Please, release my father. I swear he won’t do it again.” 

“Eve, is that you?” A voice called from Jerimiah’s cellar. 

“Quite you!” 

“Eve, forget about me! Get out of here.” 

“You want this loser freed? The cost has gone up.” 

“What? You can’t do that?” 

“Just one night. And in the morning, you can take your father home with you on that pitiable animal.” 

“One night, for my father’s life?” 

“Eve, it isn’t worth it! I’m as good as dead, get out!”

“I’ll do it,” Eve said reluctantly. 

Eve came into the house. Elias’s protests grew too distracting for Jeremiah. He entered his cellar, and Eve heard a thwack and a thunk. She didn’t hear from her father for the rest of the night. 

The next morning she woke up in Jeremiah’s bed, alone. She went downstairs and saw a shadow cast inside by something hanging from the tree outside. Her heart sank, and she ran out to see her father hanging from the tree outside the Judge’s home. 

Eve fell to her knees, sobbing. Jeremiah appeared at her side. 

“The crown will not tolerate theft. Let this be a lesson to you.” 

“This has been a very informative lesson indeed. If the crown made you a judge, I will fight the empire with every fiber of my being. I will shun society for the rest of my days and work at nothing else but ruining your life. I put a curse on you today and your line. Seven generations, this curse will be on your line! You will know nothing but misfortune!”

Eve took one last look at her father, hopped on the mare, and disappeared. 

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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