Friendly Run-In [Rosetta]
Jan 7, 2011 20:38:48 GMT -5
Post by Riro on Jan 7, 2011 20:38:48 GMT -5
The room was small, the furniture mashed together, the paint peeling, and the floor creaky. Basically, the site of a disaster. A financial disaster, actually. This was the house of the Temoli’s, who struggled to make a living breeding and selling the milk of goats. The place smelled of burning food, as it always did, because the small stove was almost always turned on, baking or cooking dinner for the residents. There were four tiny wooden chairs by the table, which was cluttered with papers and uneaten peels or cores. The floor was strew with dirty clothes, waiting to get washed near the stream, as they didn’t have a masher machine. It was always a mess.
Sarah Temoli rushed by, heading towards the stove, wearing a blue heavy cotton frock and a dirty cloth that substituted as an apron. The two young twin brothers, Adam and Samuel, were waiting for their food, seated at the table, hungry. Adam gathered four ceramic dishes, their only ones, and brought them over to the table. Sam had just gone to the river to collect drinking water for the family, and dinner was just about ready, steam rising from the vegetable soup that they were having that night.
Into the kitchen room, walked Laura. She was a happy, protective, teen girl with curly orange hair and splatters of freckles. ”The goats are warm and happy, and the snow finally stopped. There must be about two feet,” she said, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. She sat down, scraping the chair on the scratched up floor. The scent wafted into her nose, and she sighed with pleasure. ”Smells good, mom.”
Sarah’s smile of being complimented quickly turned into a frown. ”Oh dear,” she muttered. ”I forgot to pick up the town square.” She turned to face Laura. ”Would you mind running to the center real fast and bringing some back. We will wait for you of course, honey.” Laura stood up without speaking, her lips tight in a grimace. She didn’t mind really, she liked providing for and helping keep her family safe, but this happened all to often. Her mother was quite forgetful, and she would always be the one to pay for it.
Laura forced a smile on her face and nodded as she walked away. ”Of course.” She spoke with false happiness. ”I will be right back.” She threw the door wide open, the biting cold piercing her skin before she remembered to put on her jacket, as threadbare as it was, it did help. Laura almost tripped down the uneven steps leaving the house. As soon as the door was shut, she started running, the little money they had clenched firmly in her fist. Her feet pounded against the roads, and she forgot all about the cold snow beneath them. Her dry skin chapped on contact with the wind, but she paid no attention.
As soon the sights and sounds of the bustle of the town center met her eyes and ears, Laura slowed down her pace to a jog. She was winded, and she bent over, clutching her side. The bakery that contained bread, and a number of other things such as cakes and pies and other pastries, caught her eye, and she headed towards it. She smelled fresh baking bread, and so badly wanted to push it down her throat, but she knew they could never afford it. They had to buy day old bread, and even then only the plainest of kinds. It was irritating, but hat more could she do when she was already the family’s only source of income?
Laura approached closer, and nodded her head to the baker in a friendly greeting as she picked out the least expensive loaf of bread she could find and bought it. She then turned around, heading home, the bread tucked safetly under her arm, and started to jog again.
