This is a drabble based on page 409 from GWTW. No one betaed and corrected this story so any correction is welcome =) Italics are the book quotes
P 409
Dilcey stirred and laid the sleeping baby across her knees.
"Yes'm, she did. She did call somebody."
"You hesh yo' mouf, you Injun-nigger!" Mammy turned with threatening violence on Dilcey.
"Hush, Mammy! Who did she call, Dilcey? Pa?"
"No'm. Not yo' pa. It wuz the night the cotton buhnt-"
"Has the cotton gone-tell me quickly!"
"Yes'm, it buhnt up. The sojers rolls it out of the shed into the back yard and hollers, 'Here the bigges' bonfiah in Georgia,' and tech it off."
Three years of stored cotton-one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, all in one blaze!
All the work of the last three years had been burned and the only thing left were the ashes and the memories of it. Suddenly she felt as if all the weight of the world was on her shoulders. She did not have cotton to sell as she first had thought. Now the only money she knew she could have got was gone… gone with the wind. Scarlett fought the tears back; it was no use crying over spilt milk. She knew that they were going to survive. She did not have the help of her mother or her pa anymore but they were going to survive no matter what.
"And what happened to mother?" she asked out of her reverie.
"And the fiah light up the place lak it wuz day-we wuz scared the house would buhn, too, and it wuz so bright in this hyah room that you could mos' pick a needle offen the flo'. And w'en the light shine in the winder, it look lak it wake Miss Ellen up and she set
right up in bed and cry out loud, time and again: 'Feeleep! Feeleep!' I ain' never heerd no sech name but it wuz a name and she wuz callin' him."
Mammy stood as though turned to stone glaring at Dilcey but Scarlett dropped her head into her hands. Philippe-who was he and what had he been to Mother that she died calling him?
"Who was Philippe?" Scarlett tried to remember someone, anyone that with that name but she could not remember any man called Philippe. "Mother died calling for that man… who he was? And why mother called for him?" Scarlett could not believe that her mother was dead and that she had died calling for other than her father, herself or her sisters. Why that man? Why Philippe? What role had he played in her mother's life that she had chosen him over her in her dying bed? Scarlett wanted to cry but she shook her head and repeated her mantra "I will think about that man tomorrow. Tomorrow, when I can stand it." Even though she knew that tomorrow never comes. Because once the day it was tomorrow begins, it becomes today.
AN: I hope you enjoy my little attemp on writing. I had not writen anything on ages and writing this was a good exercise, maybe I will try to write something a bit longer. If someone is interested on beta me, just leave a comment or pm me. R&R any comment is welcome =)
I wrote a little one-shot last night and I need a beta reader. If someone is interested pm me.
