My posts follow the stories of many different plots involving several women in the Book Woman Club. If you are new to the Club, or need to refresh your memory about the Thunderbird story-line...you may want to read the following posts on 5-14-11, 7-8-11, 8-13-11, 5-26-12, 11-19-12 and
6-1-15. Enjoy!
Thunderbird fell back on the mildewed sheets of the big four poster bed. The yellow nausea in her stomach, the mushrooming pain from the lump on her head, and an explosion of overwhelming fear engulfed her. Thunderbird reached down and tugged at the chain that was attached to her right leg; that chain attaching her leg to the bed. With her shaking hands, she pried at the leg iron circling her ankle, pulling at the padlock that held it in place. Raw panic hit her, blood pounding in her throat and in her ears. Her hands traveled down the cold black links to where they encircled a hole in the foot board panel, and then wrapped around the thick hard wood of the post attached to the bed. Another thick padlock held the links in place. "That crazy bitch!" Thunderbird began to yank at the chain, pulling as hard as she could, trying to free herself from her bondage. "Glory! Glory!" Thunderbird screamed out in terror and in frustration! "Glory!" She wedged her feet up against the foot board pulling frantically at the chains. "Glory!" "You crazy bi-i-i-tch! Gl-o-o-ry!"
Thunderbird rose into the air, her flapping arms unsteady and weak. She clambered to the ceiling, remembering her first flight in freedom, that night so long ago escaping the night visits of her father. The tips of her fingers scrapped the bumpy finish of the bedroom ceiling, blood leaking round the edges of damaged fingernails. And each time she rose, the black chain thwarted her escape, jerking her backwards in a free-fall to the bed. "Glory!" Thunderbird wailed! "Glory!" She rose again, and again trying to free herself. "Glory!" she screamed until her voice was silenced by it's rawness, until her ankle was raw from the pulling, until the drops of blood from her fingers were splattered all over the tattered lace curtains that blew in the breeze of her failed flights. Exhausted,Thunderbird plummeted from the air and hit the bed, unable to still rise. "Please" she whispered, an echoed plea from the past. "Please, Lord in Heaven! Deliver me..."
