Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 2:55:19 GMT
"Henry, Honey run down to the fabric shop and get some of this kind of yarn," Henry stared at his mother with a gaze filled with confusion as she held up the dark blue fiber. He stared at her a moment longer before nodding. "Just show it to Molly. She knows what I want," She added to clear up her son's confusion. Henry took the last little bit of yarn from his mother before heading out. Sundays he spent with his mother, running small errands and getting his fill of tasty homemade goodies. This week she made him some sweet rolls that had honey butter on the side. He almost got sick eating them until she shooed him out to get her yarn.
The walk from his mother's house down to the Market district was uneventful. He ticked a few rocks on the ground before he looked up to notice the bright lights of the district. He had a general idea of which shop his mother wanted him to go to and made a beeline for it. He entered and exited the shop within fifteen minutes. The bag of yarn hanging off his wrist. The crispness of the air lulled him to window-shop. Henry took a few second to send a text to his mom that he was going to gander before he worried her. Lost in the pretty lights and pretty window displays, Henry fell into the lull of just walking and looking.
