Broken Hands ; mepperfield (historical creepypasta fanfiction)

2-the house of Ward

After taking a turn to the left while entering Artisan row , Kyle made his way trough a few bushes and grabbed his bycicle. Meanwhile it wasn't his , but the post office's , Kyle didnt want it damaged or "borrowed" by the kids of the neighborhood, so he always made sure to hide it out of plain sight. Tough it had once caused him to sink his entire leg into an ant nest. Ever since, he  always made sure to watch where he was laying his foot. After managing to take it out of the bushes , Kyle straddled it and started making his way up the Workshop's road. It wasn't a long trip till the Ward's tailor shop, but the bike definitely made the hill easier to pass. 

Riding his bycicle , the young man always attracted his neighbor's attention , so they waved at him , and he made sure to wave back. This time he saw Miss Bettie , holding the stationery store , and who once sold him his favorite quill , it made quite a satisfying screetch on the paper when he wrote with it. Then farther on the road , he stopped to have a conversation with Mr Davies , the post office's senior postman , who was handing him his paycheck at the end of each week; two shillings and 4 pence. Kyle always made sure to be really polite around him , and not to cut him while he was in the middle of a sentence , nor when he was giving him instructions with the mail delivery, the young man wanted to be sure he could afford a few toffee at Mr Hetzer's confectionery every  sunday. He would give one to Tim , two for Mary and her little brother charlie , one for his friend Lottie , and finally , three for himself. 'More mail is to be expected by next monday boy , we will be getting quite a fuss with the work for the trainstation being almost over.' Mr Davies warned the young man. He had a rough gravy voice but a friendly tone wich always made him at ease.

After the two had parted , Kyle marked a quick stop at the old madam Smith's library , to discuss over a cup of tea , and a few cats to pet. madam Smith was a kind ederly with almond eyes and flowing grey hairs , wich Kyle suspected to once have been ginger. She had a strong irish accent and a sweet apple pie like voice. The elderly woman always seemed lonely in her lovely round blue-tiled library house, her husband had sadly passed away last winter and she did not have any familly in the country, leaving her to make conversation with her tribe of cats and the banquets of flowers she tended too in front of her window. Kyle made sure he would at least visit her once a week, not only out of sympathy , but because he loved her voice and the story she told about time long passed by now.

Mepperfield's artisan row had this very nice  roasted maroon scent in autumn Further up workshops road, wich had his tummy rumbling , remembering him he only had a carrot with a bit of herbs for lunch today. Trough his hunger , the young man collected the silktreads his sister Suzanne had comissioned to mr Lyndson , a lanky fellow with twitching eyes, who would always stutter. Somehow his stutter would get worse everytime the young dark haired man would bring up his older sister's name. What a funny fellow this mr.Lindson he always tought. Kyle made sure to thanks his neighbor properly, then finally made it to the Tailor shop , where he parked his bycicle behind the well, and set the laundry to dry. 

When he made his way inside trough the kitchen entrance , he was embraced  by the heat emanating from the fire, chirping in the living room , where both the twins , Edmund and Suzanne , where sewing , as Kyle had predicted. "Welcome back treacle tart !" Exclaimed Oscar, Kyle's two years older brother.  And before the younger sibling could mutter anything , he shoved a spoon full of stew into Kyle's mouth. 'mmmgh' he commented. "Niche chtew, vewy cweamy" he mumbled , with a thumbs up. 

-"aw shucks , i didnt meant to get all enthusiastic like that!' apologised Oscar."

-"Its alright ! i was starving' laughed the younger. 'any idea where pa have gone at this hour ?"

-"He's gone at the butcher to collect a few meat cut  for Oscar's end of the week so called special stew" replied Suzanne from across the room. 

-"All alone ? did no one offer to acompany him ??"