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Click hereShe starts to turn away but stops, "I almost forgot, dear," she reaches into her bag and brings out another jar, similar to the first, "I'm sure you're out of the cream by now, so I brought you some more."
I rub the arm in question, "It's feeling much better, I don't think I need it any-"
"That's great, dear, but all the same, just hold onto in case you do need it," she places the jar in my palm and curls my fingers over it, "Now you run along inside, there could be all sorts of less friendly wolves and such out in the woods, and I'm sure Scarlett wants you inside."
She hobbles away as she usually does, and I take it as my time to go as well. Rounding the corner, it occurs to me how oddly specific the mention of 'less friendly wolves' is, considering what Flint said. I turn back around the corner to ask if Granny knows something about it, but when I do, she's nowhere to be seen. I still don't know how she moves so fast sometimes when I never see her so quick on her feet.
"Acorn?" Sophie shouts, poking her head out the door as I walk up the deck to the back door, "There you are. We were getting worried, what took so long?"
"Oh, it was just," I glance behind me a moment, "just kind of heavy, that's all."
"Hey, Sophie," I continue as I come inside, closing the door behind me, "What do you know about Scarlett's grandmother?"
"Granny? She's great, gives the best scratches. Gets that spot right behind the ear," Sophie twitches her nose in thought, "Swears a lot for a woman her age. Always smells like tobacco, from that pipe she smokes. But it's like... a vanilla tobacco? Kind of pleasant, actually. Why?"
"Just... wondering," the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"I guess you haven't had a chance to meet her yet, huh? She doesn't usually go too far from home these days," Sophie says as we walk back to the kitchen, "You'll have to get Scarlett to take you along next time she goes over. Now c'mon, Scarlett says we can lick the beaters, and I mostly sure it's not a euphemism."
- COMMENTS
Human_Primacyabout 3 years agoAuthorThank you for your kind words. It does mean a lot to me to read comments from people, and I'm glad you're enjoying it.
notusuallyshyabout 3 years agoStill enjoying the story, love little Acorn, and have developed a crush on Flint (Coburn?) he's so cool, sweet with Acorn and wryly sardonic with Sophie and Scarlet. However, I'm getting impatient, who, what is Granny, a wolf in human disguise? What spell is about to backfire? Do you grant personal requests? More special time between time between Flint and Acorn?
I do like your style of writing, it somehow cheers me up, and arouses too. I would like to say thank you for sharing, especially on a free site, it is very much appreciated.
