The Chicken, the Aunt and the Lighthouse

After changing back into his city clothes, Ayden looked at his oversized denim overalls and felt a wave of sadness. A rejected pile of socks and underwear sat on the floor waiting to be packed back into his duffle bag. He shuffled his stuff out the door, took one last look at the place he called his bedroom for what seemed like so long, and walked out into the kitchen. “What’s wrong mate?” Aunt Helga asked Ayden as she watched him pick the last pieces of his bacon and waffle. “Nothing, I guess I’ll just miss this place… as much as I’d hate to admit it.” He replied as he placed his plates in the sink. “Aw, come ‘ere,” His aunt said and wrapped her large arms around his small frame, and for the first time, Ayden felt happy and safe. When it was around noon, Aunt Helga and Ayden sat down together for a final lunch before he had to leave for the ferry. They opened packets of chips and bubbly lemonade, cutting pieces off the succulent, golden roast chicken his aunt had prepared that morning. It was a peaceful and sunny afternoon, with the hungry birds chirping and a light breeze flowing through the meadows of the island. Well, let’s just say no rooves caved in and no evil chickens were threatening innocent lives.