Writing Prompt #9
People liked to talk, that you already knew, especially in small cities. But you always dismissed that as not having what to do in their hands and brushed everything they threw at you off. You had too many responsibilities to care for whatever they liked to do. If they said you had no heart, so what? The little boy with green hair said that you had the brightest heart he had ever seen. If they said that you didn’t cared for what they passed through, why would that be your problem? The court living on your forest thought otherwise.
People liked to talk, that you already knew, but they were human and you couldn’t expect less than that. You had already lived for too long to care for that.












