Nights in the Far North

Evening, end of autumn, frost gathers on leaves already, as hearty stew is placed on table, few slices of rye bread, and raspberries jam on a side. Sigrunn wears her hair long and is dressed in long warm dress with apron, her cheeks are red from work around stew pot. Old man was sitting by the table, grey hairs were long and eyes tired, he was sewing his javelin holder, old fingers where working slowly but with accuracy.

Sigrunn looks at his work and shakes head as grabbing some stew and placing in his wooden plate with a large spoon. She lets a lot of meat to fall in his bowl, thinking he is growing too thin lately. 

- "Uncle, let it go, i will finish after the meal." she says as taking seat.

His old eyes look over to her calmly and leaves the pouch on the stool and starts eating in silence. 

Dinner passed in sounds of spoons grasping the bowls, chewing. Just as any night. It was deep night and her uncle was already snoring for decent time when she undressed and lied down behind curtain of her bed. But she didn't sleep, she opened eyes and stared in darkness just to stop seeing his face. So vibrant in her mind, stealing her calm.

- Go away..you..- she whispers annoyed and turns around in half sleep.