started with a !BANG! [ROSETTA]
Jan 21, 2013 18:22:04 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 21, 2013 18:22:04 GMT -5
[bg=080708][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] [actions] [words] [others] Despite many protests from the little boy, my idea would not change in any way. He had often done small favours for me in exchange for a few dollars and a cup of hot chocolate in the winter (or a cold glass of lemonade for the hot summer days). Every single favour asked of him would be the same. One small, white envelope would be placed in his small hands and would only leave them once it arrived at its destination. Neat writing filled a small space in the direct center on the front of the envelope. A name, usually, would decide where it went. Within the folds existed a letter. Due to the wealth that went with my surname, most of the letters would contain business information that would be left for me to handle or sometimes just a wad of cash for whatever reason. On the rare occasion that it was neither of those two, it always went to her. I had nobody else to sent letters to. Nobody would care to read one. Neither would she, though. |