Aerin and Broddun by Himring  

Part I: Chapter 5: A Degree of Creative Accounting

Prompt: Writing

Aerin keeps accounts. She writes words and numbers in a thick narrow ledger and shows them to Brodda and his advisers. It is a kind of magic, Broddun thinks. Aerin writes—and a small jar of honey disappears off the shelf in the pantry without leaving a trace. Aerin writes—and a chicken that was pecking in the yard vanishes into thin air.
Morwen’s dependents will share meat and broth tonight. Asgon’s mother will have honey in her potion to soothe her racking cough.
‘You will be caught’, says Broddun, touching Aerin’s wrist. ‘Give me that jar. I will go.’