The TravelerA Story by benInstantly troubled, sticking out is the flatbed wearing good
tires which means the trailer is cared for and putting together reasons why
this is, finds that it is ticket time. “Slot eight. In you go.” Just like that,
goods are penned. Never been one to liking crowds, he finds himself muddled with
others basking in the same boat as all of them are stuck to being witnesses to some
dude saying goodbye to a hog. After the touching
separation, the gate slams shut which gets the guide to start yelling out precise
instructions. “All those registered, follow me. As for the rest of you, walk due
south to the bidding zone.” That said, the man in charge, goes to walking off
as the first in line follows after. During his wait, he notices two no, check that, three have
started up conversation. Of the three yakking amongst themselves, two are burly
men sporting that coveted beard while the third is a grey-haired woman. Him observing
to long, she catches him looking and without warning, she breaks away from her
counterparts as with each foot falling gracefully in her approach, it is after reaching
her comfortable safe zone, that she puts up her offer. “Willing to trade for is two
barrels of mulberry wine and a keg of homebrew.” She didn’t say it, but he
knows she is after the mule. Winter is coming and more than likely after
pulling its weight, food the mule will become. Chewed bones tossed aside, contrasting,
not one will hear the loneliness of the other woman’s heartache. His answer is all about remaining quiet as the old woman gives up and returns to more pleasant company. © 2022 ben |
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