Patient Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
#169 of Short Stories
A kobold regards her present and future.
~ The kobold settled into her seat at the dining table, a pot of soup steaming at the center of it. She regarded the table's contents; beyond the pot and ladel were merely her bowl and spoon.
~ The wider house creaked softly, as wind and night fell around it.
~ She sighed softly, dinner's preparations without complication and consensus.
~ The soup was hot.
~ In the calm solitude, decisions were quick and effort was light. The kobold picked up her spoon to regard the kink in the handle of it.
~ As she ladled a serving into her bowl, the kobold mumbled plans softly to herself for what to meal to celebrate the fox's return.