https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-4-1.mp4 Jioni paused, then her face relaxed into a smile. “Wait a minute, what if I could—” Jioni took the flannel not to wear but to trade for it. It wasn’t payment material–she’s tried before—but someone, somebody out there, may want it. She tapped her foot and looked up at the sky. Perhaps Hippie Girl …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-3-2.mov “Nope, nope, not this either…. no one would want this. I don’t even want this,” Jioni said. She tossed the junk to the floor. After thirty minutes, Jioni gave up. She put her satchel on and pulled her braided hair into a tighter ponytail. As she yanked on the doorknob, her eye caught something—something …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-1-1.mov Jioni only had three days—a mere seventy-two hours to find something valuable as payment. She tossed clothes and books into the air, her movement quick, her search frantic as she feared a cold prison cell. For now, she resided in a library filled to the brim with some of the most useless items imaginable: …
https://rosemadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/1-2-2.mp4 It was expensive: a brochure with a purple and orange jungle, old but still in decent condition; at the top, it had “Outergen” in bold letters. Behind the title displayed a wild landscape, new-looking furniture, and happy faces. Jioni flipped through the pages and analyzed its detail. The heirloom had few words and blurbs …
