Storm

*Mackenzie*

Mrs. Kringle wrapped the herb bread in the cloth and shoved it into my hands before practically kicking me out of the bakery to go home. I stumbled, almost falling, but she didn’t care as she raised her finger, threatening me.

„You better go home, Kenzie, this instant. I am not keeping you more than necessary, and you should have been at home for at least two hours preparing for the storm.”

I listened to her with a scowl on my face. Mrs. Kringle, as she likes to be called, was the sweetest older lady I have ever met. With her warm amber-gold eyes, gray hair tied in a high bun, and a plump figure, she looked much like Santa Claus’s wife. The only difference was that Mrs. Kringle didn’t wear red. She preferred blue.

„But you still need help with the rolls for the King’s manor, and the storm looks to be far enough so I could help you with the job and return