Chained

"Doctor, I heard some queer noises coming out of the basement?"

The year was 1929, and it was during this time that the world was going through the great depression. Families the world over came to North America seeking the 'American Dream,' but none have come close to tasting the sweet honey of this idea.

There lived a family, six in all, the mother recently went through the death of her husband. A widowed mother in charge of five kids, a mother expected to help these children survive. How was she going to give her children the life that she wanted for them?

Enter Doctor Browne, a middle-aged man who keeps to himself most of the time, while often seen frequenting the local bar. He was wealthy, rich, and in need of a few beds in desperate need of children sleeping in. It was during this time that the mother, which I will call Mrs. Wellsh, happened to change Dr. Browne while roaming keeping her kids warm in the alley.

"Mrs. Wellsh? Might I ask what you are doing in the alley?" asked Dr. Browne. She stared at the darkened figure standing in front of a streetlight.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you leave me be," whispered Mrs. Wellsh.

"As you will," said Dr. Browne. He raised his feet but than halted, his body language fanciful, and practiced. "Might I ask you if you have a place to stay during this night?"

"Please, you are waking my children," smiled Mrs. Wellsh.

"I apologize, but if you prefer you can come to my home to rest for the night and than migrate to the next farm for work," said Dr. Browne.

"I will keep that in mind," said Mrs. Wellsh. And keep it in mind she did. His proposition plagued her thoughts, the ominous cold waiting in the near future waiting to terrorize her children while they slept. So, in the evening she rang her doorbell, the kids enthralled to finally have a warm place to stay.

"I see you have taken up to my offer! Please, come in, come in, make yourself at home," smiled the Dr. Browne.

"I can not thank you enough, I swear I will pay you back," smiled Mrs. Wellsh. That night she read her children a story, and kissed them good night, they slept with a smile for the very first time in ages. She walked to the living room to find Dr. Browne sitting in a fine red velvet chair, with a pipe in his hand. He had a fire spreading its soft light across the room.

"Marvelous children you have their, Mrs. Wellsh. They must have their purposes," smiled Dr. Browne.

"Purpose? But than again they do bring in decent income, but none of the money goes towards my interests," sighed Mrs. Wellsh.

"Mrs. Wellsh, might I introduce you to my work? It would greatly appreciate it if you saw what I do for a living," asked Dr. Browne.

Mrs. Wellsh, taken aback by his strange offer evaluated the situation in front of her. If she choose to ignore this man, and do what she pleases, would she be able enjoy her night in peace?

"I... I suppose it couldn't hurt," stammered Mrs. Wellsh.

"Excellent," beamed the doctor launching himself unto his feet. "I will see to it that you can understand my purpose in this world."

The eldest son woke up first. He clamoured down the stairs to find his mothers spot on the couch empty. She never did sleep. The doctor was busy, typing away on his type writer, indulged in his work.

"Dr. Browne? What was all that noise last night?" asked the boy, timidly.