Apothecary
Mireille
"Are you perfectly sure?" I huff out a frustrated sigh at midget's uncertainty.
"I'm sure this is the correct address..." he blurts out, focusing all his attention on the pisky note in his tame hand.
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The street on which we are walking is just like any typical road here. Sparse houses of red brick on either of the adjacent sides, gravel covered with grey stones, people sparsely moving around in this roaring heat. Only one or two carriage rides passing by the road.
Despite human touch neglecting this street, mother nature, on the other hand, is not so partial. Why, nature must only know equality and selflessness.
That's why, the sun is using it's mega force to shine upon the street, making it highly impossible to walk on the pavement. Many markets are closed at the time due to the intense heat. Only a countable of shops are still allowing people to move in and out. One such shop is the drugstore, our destination.