"Rosetta! We're nearly out, go and get the berries from the wood you found last time."
"But Madame du Seigneur, it's black."
"Did you not hear me, you little brat? Get the berries. And fetch some water from the well whilst you're out there."
"Please, at least wait until tomorrow. It's so dark..."
Madame Du Seigneur had bent down quite a way to get to the eight year old's small height and whispered harshly. "I said go, little miss toad," she hissed.
Madame Du Seigneur reached for her wooden spoon, brandishing it like a sword.#
"Please no!" Rosetta begged, backing away into the far corner of the room, cowering behind her tiny hands. "I'll go! I'll go!"
Madame Du Seigneur smirked. "I thought so." She had reached into her pocket and pulled out 20 lira. "Get some eggs from the farmer on your way back. Our customers want the fresh ones, not the rotten ones." She pressed the 20 lira coin into Rosetta's ice-cold, hand. Rosetta closed her little fist around it and walked out of the door quickly, picking up her bucket as she went.
Rosetta bent down beside the berry bush and plucked as many as she could from their stalks, gently dropping them one by one into her apron. When she had gathered as many as she could find, she stood up, brushing leaves out of her thin, light blonde hair, knotted from no baths or showers. Her wide green eyes searched around her surroundings for the well as she fought back tears when a thorn plunged deep into her tiny foot. "Ow," she murmured quietly, resisting the stinging behind her eyes. She limped towards the well slowly. Before she plunged the bucket in, she sat on the side and closed her eyes as the cold water ran over her bruised legs from where Madame du Seigneur had beaten her with a spoon so many times. The mud patches on her leg washed off, revealing pale, fresh skin. Then she made a big mistake. She leant forward to retrieve her bucket, and the 20 lira coin slipped out of her apron along with a few berries and plummeted into the wall. "No!" Rosetta gasped in shock, watching the coin splash at the bottom of the well. She couldn't contain it, she let it all out. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her head in between her knees and curled into a small ball, leaning against a tree. Madame du Seigneur was going to #### her.