Blue Feather A Short Story

[Blue Feather]

By Katherine Anne Reyna

 Chapter Two Deep Waters The chopping sounds of footsteps pressing down on choppy snow brought foot prints of joy to Elinor as she opened the shop for the ice fishermen a tribe of natives called The Arrow heads.  They got their name for their sharp arrows that pierced fish for the Eskimo villages.   Chapter Two called Eleanor's Revival The brisk walk from the shop was met by soft snow flakes.  Melting wet on the warmth of my skin.  There wasn't anything going on unless guidelines were given.  Elinor's red hair flopped over one green eye and her 21 year old heart dreamed big.  Alaska was no place for a city girl where her igloo sparked bonfires of hope and love.

 Chapter Three Invisible Steps Well hold on to your ..There goes more years if your life😢The stove was cooking up pots of beef stew, potatoes dumpling, and apple pie spices.  Jill Watson daughter cleaned the horses stables at dawn on weekdays and met with her father in the afternoons with the village town men to gather plans on their car company's plant an hour from the mainland.  The ocean burst waves of chilled ice that violently crashed up along the east coast ice bergs and mountains.  Small boats were brought in and out of the villages main land where Elinor watched fish by the ton being weighed for sale. She importing and exporting of inventory was usually abundant in left over fish for decades enough left for ten tons to be handed out to villagers of Arrowhead tribes families.   For a month she was washing her hair with the warm waters preserved in her igloo.  Her father began to take notice of the years end of supplies with more precision than ever before.  Elinor
 made her clothes from deer skin and cub hides hone made with her mother each season.  The wolves in the west howled through the silent motions of the layers of thick ice.  Tragically the Arrowheads village would be under water in less than a handful of years due to global warming and Elinor was restless and frightened. 

  Chapter Three Echoed of Wolves Growing up along the snowy plaines of Alaska was not a exciting  habitat for young Elinor.  Her hair glowed red in the Alaskan sun light and her outdoor chores of cabin building and fire starting didn't take away her girlish antics that charmed all the villagers.  Her schooling was from the fisherman's wharf where she learned to spear fish for a living with the Arrowhead women.  The tribe left every evening at dusk along the frozen frontier where deep waters preserved fresh fish for the families of the village.  When her sister died she made an oath with God that she wasn't dead and would be home soon.  Then there was her disappearance and rumors of her own death.  There wasn't a way back she could see to her family but through Christ He alone saved everything completely.  Blue feathers blew across the bike trail she road to Belmont St.  And she put them in her book bag.  Then there were sitcoms of relationships and family issues on all waiting room televisions. Maybe she thought life was a waiting room.  The watching was work for something that would never come...Quanira her baby sister.  The Alaskan heart was preserved legend tells it by subzero temperatures year round keeping the Alaskan heart clean and pure

 Chapter Four the Shop Beef stew, apple pie spices, and city imported wines were the clock work meals around Arrow head Village.  Stretching the long days  and best hunting methods put the sun up more speedily and slowly at dawn. The weather cracked into the igloos foundation.  Fresh fish nets were thrown across the Pacific coast s from barges and ships.  The shop was locked after open hours and plans were skipped as Elinor did not show up.  Meanwhile she pulled herself up through the hole she fell through with all she could muster in strength.   She didn't feel it coming the seven foot drop under a thick bed of snow.  The sweet smell of sap lingered through the air from cedar.  The calm wind directed the time frame of her in Inventory decreased as the economy collapsed after nine eleven.  Learning the natural essence of survival made legendary Alaskans legacy.  Markets went up and down and the fishing industry stayed strong.  Elinor brushed the horses mains while her dad spent more days in the car plant.  Her shoulders crept up to a nail biting suspense for her future.  The temperature dropped and her hikes through the woods crunched thicker under every foot print until no prints were left.  A seven foot drop followed through the late hours as Elinor slept under a cool snow blanket.  Secret messages whispered Christ through the cry of wolves another midnight clear.

Chapter Seven Luis of Ravendale.  The fish industry had built a haven for decades until the death of Elinor and the discover of the Ravendales Pirate relationship with a bright young women with her life full of great prospects of the stolen ton of fish at dusk.  It was when Luis a Ravendale pirate came to the mainland to see Elinor for the ton of fish.  A twenty four year old native  Luis had long hair black hair tied up in a pony tail.  Yearning for Elinor he ran to search her existence.  Never in ten years did Elinor miss the Ravendale barge at dusk.  He sensed her life s danger and believed the heavens above heavens would lead him to his destiny.  His fate to hear of her disappearance and death devastated him and he fell into a fifteen year coma.  Elinor's body was never turned up and gossip spread that she ran off with the Ravensdale Pirates into Chicago's inland of Lake Ontario. The underground moisture. There wasn't a useful bone left buried in the woods.  Marshmallows she could taste.  The chocolate coffee her mom made filled her thoughts.  She didn't want to feel the reality of her numbing feet. 

. Chapter Nine❄there was a shift in the Artic and there was a measure of Alaskas music festival a majestic folklore of time and space. wait it out or in patience turned into a wide seasonal drama while a small village mourned over the disappearance of their beloved Elinor. A sweet red haired youth who was about to pass a milestone after twenty one years.  A little girls dreams gone .  There wasn't a cloud I'm sight through the stillness of mundane colors black in the broken and hardened hearts of trembling fright filled brothers and sisters.  The sky turned red and the Alaskan snow banks continued cold and bitter.  All the shoulds and what ifs were gone.  The arrowheads continued their search and they were not alone.  The Ravendale pirates combed the villages for 77 miles in all directions. Luis's coma kept him below deck while pirates had searches along the oceans glaciers and mountains.    They would not stop until the fish were delivered I'm full to them and only Elinor knew of this deception.  Meanwhile Elinor occupied a hole seven feet deep in the deep woods of the Arrowhead village.  Some say she didn't want to be discovered.  The mystery deepened about Elinor's disappearance and she  would never live to tell of the villages answers that laid under their noses.  What are you having?  Pie?  Pies?  Singular pie.  It's very cold.  The night air is dry.  The clouds are not around.  There is a dream to live.  A dream to give.


There wasn't much left to remember when all the town hurried to work and school of little Elinor.  There was one magical boy who woke up to her mothers cry out and messages of hope through blue feathers some spattered with blood.