Selim Özdogan - The Blacksmith's Daughter

‘Run and fetch a spoon for your father,’ Zeliha told Gül, and Gül leapt up.

On her way to the kitchen, she passed the front door and recognised her aunt’s voice outside. Hülya seemed to be talking to the woman next door. They’d soon be finished, and she’d hear the heavy door knocker. Gül stopped to listen.

‘I don’t know if it’s better to have them bring her home first, or if they’ll take her straight from the hospital…’

‘May the Lord give you all strength,’ the neighbour said. ‘May the Lord give you strength. What will become of the poor children, now that their mother is dead?’

Gül walked briskly into the kitchen, took a spoon and then ran back to the other room, hearing her aunt cry as she passed by. She gave her father the spoon, and at that moment she heard the door knocker.

‘Mummy’s dead,’ Gül said.

For an instant, Timur remained motionless, then he slung the spoon in his hand against the wall, with all his might. A trickle of plaster fell to the floor.

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