Someday I'll Make Something Out of Me
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It was a lot more than he’d expected. Enough to last him a good six months if he was careful, rationed it until a new supplier was found. If he rationed it. With how life had fucked him sideways of late perhaps a few mindless nights would remedy him. A lie Ruth told himself repeatedly but had yet to lift his head from.

He repeated the act of getting what coin lay in his other boot, the few small gems he’d scavenged from old ruins to make up the price.

I do, he’d admit with a nod. But you needn’t concern yourself. The best advice is to keep on going, you’ve caught me on the rare occasion where I’m not being a nuisance. His tone teasing though the roguish grin left no doubt he was a bit of a troublemaker.

No, not today. He had a genuine need for a fix, to get him into some level of functioning, and she was kind enough to oblige him. Chuckling, Ruth hesitantly stepped deeper into the cart, raising a hand to begin piling the gold pieces into lots of ten on a nearby counter. I’ve a few stones if what I have isn’t enough.

After a few tiers of coins had been placed he appraised her out of the corner of his eye, how much more was she going to charge for this gift?


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RE: Someday I'll Make Something Out of Me - by Ruth Yoesif - 05-25-2024, 03:29 PM