The alleyway was narrow and stank like shit.
Nat wasn't looking forward to meeting Seth. The animosity between them had grown lately. Perhaps her curiosity was to blame. Perhaps she asked too many questions. But he had always encouraged inquisitiveness. He had taught her to accept nothing as truth. Well, nothing beyond his word. Maybe that was the problem.
Well, that and her blood.
A scrawny waif of a boy darted past, tattered trousers flapping around his legs as he ran. Cries of 'thief!' echoed down the narrow passage.
Nat flattened herself against the wall as two angry market-men rushed by seconds later. One was fat, red in the face and panting; the other had to be well over fifty. She allowed herself a smile, relieved for the child. They would not catch him.
A dozen more paces and the alley opened out onto a road.
The boy and his pursuers were immediately lost in a sea of people. Nat fell into step behind a group of flower sellers and hoped that she blended into the throng with equal success.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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Comments (4 so far!)
So she is not meeting Seth? She is going to meet him? What about her blood? So many questions...
I like the crowded street and the open air market and the soldiers, though. It reminds me of Aladdin, the movie. Heh.
- #2846 Posted 2 years ago
Thanks for the comment, Elsha! I might just continue this one now. It's one of those horrible pieces that I take from a full-length chapter and try to hack down into a ficly-worthy slice. That may be why it's open to so many questions. I've never seen the Aladdin movie! Maybe I should check it out for some more inspiration ;)
- #2851 Posted 2 years ago
Aladdin is fantastic! I watched it every day for an entire summer once. When I think of 'tattered trousers flapping around his legs' I think of a boy with his pants down, which seems like it would hinder his running. I'm guessing it's not the case but that's how it read to me. I'd love to see this continued, there is certainly plenty of juicy material here. On a different note, where did the other ficlets? ficlies? ficlattes? go?. There were a few more, I remember. I even commented on an Abby-lanche which I thought was clever. But waking up to find half of them gone, I feel crazy. That happened right? My dreams are vivid but not usually that vivid.
- #2871 Posted 2 years ago
Oh man, I changed it to 'flapping around his legs'. I'd never be able to unsee that. Thanks! Yes there were a few more. I decided they weren't good enough or were too embarrassing to be left on the internet. Maybe they'll return after a little tweaking. I did see your 'abby-lanche' comment though and had a good giggle. Might have to steal that one.
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