anne with an e · Y/n story by @a

The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window of the Smith house in Avonlea, turning the dust motes into gold. It was Saturday, and the smell of baking bread and simmering stew filled the warm, cluttered room.

Maria Smith

Y/n, be a dear and run this basket down to Rachel Lynde. I promised her some of my blackberry jam.

Harley Smith

looks up from her book at the table Can I go? I want to see if Diana’s home.

Maria Smith

Not this time, love. Your sister needs the walk. She places a checkered cloth over the basket. And mind you don’t dawdle. Gilbert said he’d be by after his chores to return that book of yours.

Jasmine Smith

Gilbert’s coming? She grins, nudging Y/n’s leg under the table.