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Amid The Market Place

Hamite Market spread up from the docks like a fungus, ending abruptly along the western edge of the city where the Solemn River cut in between it and the slums of the lower town. Penned in, it heaved at the seams, a clutter of brightly patched canvas and noisy vendors, screeching over the racket of penned livestock and small children.

The market brats watch Jermine with careful eyes, their faces coated with muck to make them appear faceless, forgettable.

‘Do you want to sell that?’

The old woman sprang out from the flaps of her soothsayer’s tent before Jermine could leap back, her bony fingers wrapping around his wrist.

‘I-‘

She yanked him closer and pawed towards the amulet hanging around his neck.

Her breath was stale and Jermine could feel his stomach turning over as she pressed in, her leathery face cracking into a smile.

‘How much?’ she asked, running a finger over the phoenix engraved on the amulet.

‘Nothing- I meant it’s not for sale,’ Jermine spluttered. He wrenched free and tucked the amulet beneath his shirt. A couple of vendors shot them odd looks from over their wears but no one else seemed concerned with the encounter.

‘Everything’s for sale,’ hissed the old woman. ‘How much?’

Jermine shook his head. ‘I told you, it’s not for sale.’

The old woman huffed and reached for the folds of her tent.

‘Come back when you change you mind,’ she said, vanishing inside.

Jermine watched her, his fists clenched at his sides to stop them reaching for the amulet. It wasn’t worth anything, it wasn’t real gold even, but it was his and he wasn’t going to sell it.

The market children scattered from his path as he resumed walking, quickening his pace to put distance between him and the soothsayers tent.

As he moved deeper the tents became smaller, more thread-worn, until they petered out into small shanties made of driftwood. The smell was stronger now and Jermine pulled his scarf across his face to dim the stench.

The blind man’s clothes were thinner than cobwebs, clinging to the bone like a shroud.

‘Still alive Mesin?’ Jermine nudged the bundle of rags and bones with his foot. ‘Come on Mesin, time to wake up.’

The blind man groaned and uncurled.

‘I’m awake you little bastard, what do you want?’He eased himself into a sitting position, his wide clouded eyes finding Jermine’s face too easily for comfort.

‘Same as always,’ said Jermine, producing a copper from his pocket and rapping it against the driftwood lean-to. ‘I need to know where to find someone.’

Mesin frowned and held out his hand for the copper. ‘Who is it this time?’

Smiling, Jermine handed it over and pulled a scrap of silk from a pocket inside his cloak. Mesin accepted that as well, poking a small wet tongue out to lick the material.

He coughed and spat.

‘She’s dead, can’t help you.’

‘I know,’ said Jermine. ‘What I need to know is where her body is?’

‘What use is that?’ Mesin snorted. ‘She’s been dead a while. Doubt there’s much left to bury or burn. Leave it where it is I say.’

Jermine plucked the fabric from Mesin’s fingers and tucked it away.

‘Normally I would agree, but in this case the circumstances insist that I track her down.’

‘Circumstances?’ Mesin’s left eyebrow rose slightly. ‘A reward?’

‘If I can kill her, yes.’

‘Kill her, she’s already-‘ Mesin went quiet. ‘No, no, no,’ he whispered, ‘what are you pulling me into, what are you playing at you foolish boy.’ He scrambled away until his back hit the far wall of his home, which wasn’t very far, and the whole thing shuddered and threatened to collapse. ‘You should stay away, for her and me, you hear me. Don’t you come back here.’

Jermine popped his knuckles.

‘A location Mesin. Please?’

The blind man began to shiver.

‘She’ll know,’ he moaned. ‘Her kind always know when they’ve been betrayed.’

‘You and your little code of monsters,’ Jermine tutted. ‘Maybe she will, maybe she won’t. I don’t see how it matters if she’s dust before sunset.’

‘She’ll know!’ Mesin howled. ‘She’ll know!’

Jermine’s boot connected with the driftwood structure with a crack and Mesin screamed as it came down on top of him.

‘She’ll know, she’ll know, she’ll know, she’ll know!’ he babbled as Jermine dragged him out by his collar. ‘She’ll know, she’ll know!’

‘A location Mesin. Now!’

‘She’ll know!’

‘A location!’

‘The docks! The docks!’ Mesin was crying now, his face blotched and wet as he scrabbled at Jermine’s wrists with dirty, torn nails. ‘She’ll know you’re coming, she’ll know I helped you!’

Jermine dropped him.

‘Good. Let her be afraid for once.’

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Written for the TBP Online Writers’ Guild Prompt #35

Time Limit [40 mins – was going to be 25 but went a bit over]

Prompts:

  • The smell was stronger now
  • The blind man’s clothes
  • ‘Do you want to sell that?’
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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

7 Comments

  1. LRose says

    Very enjoyable! I want to know more about this man, now. Thanks for playing along on TBP!

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