Post by piratelady on Feb 6, 2006 0:17:39 GMT -5
An empty palor. A small clink and...the door from the hall opened and in came a young-looking girl. She placed an empty tray on the bar-counter and went to the front door. Her small key fit snugly into the lock as she opened for the morning. Not as though she was expecting a crowd. Not many came since the travelers found new roads that did not go through the town.
'I wonder if I'll have any constumers today,' she said, 'or maybe some help. I do need creative people. I need a new sign outside.'
There was a "hiring hands" sign out leaning against the wall outside. She went behind her bar counter and grabbed a rag to dust the shelves. They needed dusting so much more often of late.
'I wonder if I'll have any constumers today,' she said, 'or maybe some help. I do need creative people. I need a new sign outside.'
There was a "hiring hands" sign out leaning against the wall outside. She went behind her bar counter and grabbed a rag to dust the shelves. They needed dusting so much more often of late.
