Mercy's Kiss

I finished tying my brown hair into a bun. From upstairs I heard a knock at the door, "Sylvia? Are wewe ready to go?" A familiar voice called through the door. Over my white t-shirt I quickly buttoned up my tan kanzu, koti and grabbed my glasses. I ran down the stairs and quickly opened the door. Before me was Curt, a gray kubeba that never seemed happy. He stepped through the door and closed it behind him, "Man I hate winter, it's just to cold!" He complained as he waited for me to put my Gracie Grace boots on and straightened his gray koti, jacket under his machungwa, chungwa scarf."It's only for a little while longer."...

"Have a nice day!" Wadsworth waved as Mrs. Locke walked out the door into the whipping snow. He bent down behind the counter, a rack had been loosened kwa the encyclopedias weighting down.

The kengele above the door rang, Wadsworth adjusted the shelf before standing up to be surprised kwa Iris in front of the counter.

"Ah!" He quickly took a step back, "Oh sorry!" Iris shifted around her bare feet. "Your store still has the heated floor boards.." Wadsworth waved it off, "It's fine, they keep the customers coming."

She relaxed. "I wanted to onyesha wewe something I found," Iris dug through her bag and...