Dear notebook
Another day on my own trying to steer the trades my uncle left behind.
He had a knack of dealing with people and keep it wrapped up in a sleek way.
*tiredly place a small glass jar with crushed rose leaves upon the table next to her bed while she breaths in and picks up the notebook again*
The temptation of not twist the neck of the man i dealt with today made it clear i needed to reconsider the options.
*an image floated by seeing her in a wild argument with an elderly man with a stern look upon his weathered face .
His grayish blonde hair was short and tidy and he was dressed in a well -worn patched up grey frock and muddy blue breeches*
"Ah fer cryin´out.."
-" Keithia yer uncle did not always get the merchandise's sent to him straight away ye see..
*he looked upon her for a brief moment before he calmly raised his right work- worn hand that was mottled with age spots on the back in a peaceful gesture*
- " Just feckin' fix it Bill just do it ,i am already late as it is" *folds her arms while she looks rather annoyed*
- Have ye consider the offer yet..? Hmm? ye should yeh need to get on the road again girly
- no .. i know ..but get it right * she handed him the dusty note she had received earlier*
- i will ,now go home and get some sleep do ye hear.. ye have been busting yer self out .. i am taking care of this
He was right as always
*drops the notebook on the bed while she runs a hand over her face while she looks rather exhausted*
Perhaps it is time...
*looks into the mirror for a brief moment before she lazily removes her cloths and curls up in bed while she gives the jar a glance before she pulls the soft woolly blanket over her head*
