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Molasses #3. Graveyard Shift with Hot Fudge and Whipped Cream
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 215
“You know,” said Kairn, “I don’t think this is what Berwyk had in mind.” He planted the butt of the shovel on the ground, bracing himself with both hands just beneath the blade to peer through the darkness into the six foot trench before him.
A thin hand rose up from the depths, stark white against the dirt, to wave at him as its owner cast him a smirk from below. “Oh, I’m sure this is exactly what he meant,” said Sethan. “Just be glad Ephram didn’t send us. I imagine he’d want something a bit…” He paused, hefting the remains of an arm, limp bones in tattered cloth, most of the flesh long since rotted away, and holding it up for dramatic emphasis. The corner of his mouth turned sharply upwards. “…fresher.”
Kairn shuddered, ducking away from the shovel as the blade shook with his arms. “You think maybe Master Tarek would take another apprentice? I mean, I could run errands, feed the cats…”
“Train with Reida.”
The shovel slipped from his hands and he scrabbled to grab it before it could tumble into the hole. Both hands firmly coiled about the handle, he shot Sethan a glare. “On second thought, I’ll stick with Berwyk.”
“Good choice. Now get digging on the next one.”
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1251
Word Count : 215
“You know,” said Kairn, “I don’t think this is what Berwyk had in mind.” He planted the butt of the shovel on the ground, bracing himself with both hands just beneath the blade to peer through the darkness into the six foot trench before him.
A thin hand rose up from the depths, stark white against the dirt, to wave at him as its owner cast him a smirk from below. “Oh, I’m sure this is exactly what he meant,” said Sethan. “Just be glad Ephram didn’t send us. I imagine he’d want something a bit…” He paused, hefting the remains of an arm, limp bones in tattered cloth, most of the flesh long since rotted away, and holding it up for dramatic emphasis. The corner of his mouth turned sharply upwards. “…fresher.”
Kairn shuddered, ducking away from the shovel as the blade shook with his arms. “You think maybe Master Tarek would take another apprentice? I mean, I could run errands, feed the cats…”
“Train with Reida.”
The shovel slipped from his hands and he scrabbled to grab it before it could tumble into the hole. Both hands firmly coiled about the handle, he shot Sethan a glare. “On second thought, I’ll stick with Berwyk.”
“Good choice. Now get digging on the next one.”