A.P. (I am sure he has a name but for the purposes of this we shall go with A.P.) asked me if I fancied some sort of collaboration thing when he writes a piece then I follow.
I was asked to do this before and I wanted to and then I realised I have less time than I would like to really make an effort so I didn’t do it. Nothing has changed but this time I said yes and so A.P. goes and makes a quite eloquent and intriguing post and I figured I better get it done as it would be frightfully rude not to so I seem to have written the follow up piece below.
There weren’t really any rules other than he does a piece then I do.
The soldier part 4
The amber district is many things to many people, but not one those who call it home choose to do so. If it were a wife then it would be a stooped old crone with less sense than teeth, though possessing very little of both by most acceptable standards. Were it a friend then it would surely be the duplicitous wife stealer of a compadre with a taste for the warm wet crone mouth. Were it a husband then it would surely be the never home and whore addled…well you get the idea.
It was a most unpleasant place indeed and not somewhere that you would choose to spend your holiday or even a long weekend.
With no idea of where she ought to be Tes pulled the cowl of her cloak around her ears and with eyes downcast walked through the tall stone archway that lead to the main market. Unfamiliar smells assaulted her nostrils and made her eyes water and the buzz and bustle of the market filled her ears.
“Hey Darlin’” came a voice over the hubbub. “You after something special then?” Somehow she knew it was aimed at her and she couldn’t help but look over. “What can I get for you?”
He was dressed in the usual mix of rags and dirt of most of the people down here, his face worn and wrinkled. A broad smile met her as she looked up at him.
“No thank you “ she said nervously and turned away.
“Oh come on” he continued. “Whatever you need I can get for you. You after a young boy maybe?”
Tes shook her head.
She turned slowly to face him again.
“I need neither thank you kindly and I would suggest that perhaps…”
“Oh blimey, I know you” he said raising a finger in her direction. “You really better be careful down here sweetheart there are those that might well not take kindly to you being here.”
Tes looked about worried, pulling her hood further over her face. He could see her nervousness and lowered his finger and spoke more quietly.
“You might want to come with me” he said his broad smile now gone from his face. “I think there’s someone you might want to see.”