Reclamation: Noodle Stall IV

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

The fat man moved suddenly, standing up and ducking forward to release her hold while throwing his unfinished noodles over his shoulder. Even as the contents of the bowl splattered against her chest, her hand closed reflexively, no longer on his neck but on the collar of his coat. Cursing, she jerked it backwards and he fell heavily to the floor.

There was no time for subtlety anymore, commotion like this would be noticed. People were already drawing back, phones in hand. Whether they were recording or calling for help, the end result would be bad for her.

Despite her small frame and his girth, Emmex hoisted him onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry and stepped out onto the wet pavement. The fall seemed to have knocked the fight out of him. He wasn't struggling, just hanging limply, simply wheezing.

"Medical emergency!" she shouted as she rounded the corner, breaking line of sight from any bystander just watching.

By the time she reached the next block, she heard the scream of sirens echoing distantly.

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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

Fascinating series. I'm very curious to see where this goes.

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