Klara: A Short Story
“Yes, I have lived her as long as I can remember.”
Klara grimaced a little at his next question. It was not like she was hated by the town. In fact, Klara had a fairly decent reputation within the town with the farmers, Innkeeper and the Mayor. No, she grimaced at the fact the townspeople were the ones to worry about. He was concerned, rightfully so, about her when Orin should be focused on them.
“Well, the local farms would say that I am very helpful and a hard working. The Mayor would say I am studious and keep my nose in too many books. The Innkeeper would say I can handle my alcohol.” A cheeky grin spread across her pale face.
“As for everyone else? Well, contrary to what myths about psychics say, I am not a mind reader, sir.” She shrugged
Klara grimaced a little at his next question. It was not like she was hated by the town. In fact, Klara had a fairly decent reputation within the town with the farmers, Innkeeper and the Mayor. No, she grimaced at the fact the townspeople were the ones to worry about. He was concerned, rightfully so, about her when Orin should be focused on them.
“Well, the local farms would say that I am very helpful and a hard working. The Mayor would say I am studious and keep my nose in too many books. The Innkeeper would say I can handle my alcohol.” A cheeky grin spread across her pale face.
“As for everyone else? Well, contrary to what myths about psychics say, I am not a mind reader, sir.” She shrugged