Excerpt: Sophron

The chicken curry turned out to be lethal.
For the chicken, obviously.

Sophron sighed, got up, and brushed the dust off her skirt. The chicks were looking for their mother, pecking at their food in utter confusion. She left them in this state, heading for the farm.
‘Well,’ she said to herself, ‘he’d better be happy now.’

‘What have you done?!’
It was the first thing she heard as she entered the kitchen.
‘Why, thank you sir, I knew you’d like it!’ she said.
‘Like it? You slaughtered my best hen for this crap?’
‘I beg your pardon sir… crap?’
‘The hen wasn’t supposed to be eaten! You could have at least asked!’ He rolled his eyes. ‘You aren’t worth anything!’
‘If that’s what you think, sir, I quit!’ Sophron took off her apron and dropped it on the ground. She turned around and slammed the door behind her. Then, she marched out into the field.