Prosy: The Interdimensional Antique Shop
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clare_dragonflyTitle: The Interdimensional Antique Shop
Word count: 326 (total: 2,361)
Rating: PG
Prompt:ysabetwordsmith's: A fence who sells stolen goods across the dimensions by use of a portable gate.
Notes: This is interdimensional, so it's actually set in two of my worlds!
“You can sell it, right?” asked the small thief, not entirely without hope. Kerry wasn’t sure whether the grubby child was a boy or a girl, not that it mattered. In Garthier they taught all their children to steal.
“Of course I can,” he snapped, annoyed more because he had no idea what it was than because the child had doubted him. He turned the strange metal object over in his hands, but it didn’t reveal any secrets. “I can sell anything. Isn’t that why you came to me?”
“Of course, Master Kerry,” said the child, shuffling its feet and looking up at him with huge brown eyes.
He sighed. “I’ll give you thirty coppers for it.”
The eyes got even bigger. “Is that all?”
“It’s going to be tough to sell, and I can’t do it here. Taking it somewhere else to sell costs me. I have to make up the difference somewhere.”
The child’s forehead wrinkled. “Somewhere else? Where else is there?”
“Exactly.” Kerry ruffled the mop of brown hair. “There aren’t many other places. Thirty coppers, that’s my offer, or you can try to take it to someone else.”
The child pouted. It knew there was no one else. Finally, seeing that it wasn’t going to change Kerry’s mind, it held out its hand. He dropped the tiny copper coins into the waiting hand, and the child skittered away before he could even ask.
That was well enough. He walked to the door and shut and locked it. Elsewhere he would have put up a “closed” sign, but there was no chance of anyone in this part of Garthier being literate. Frowning, he sat down at his bench to take a closer look at the strange thing the child had sold him.
Hidden under his bench were the things no one would understand in this city, but would drag him to the mages as a clearly dangerous criminal if they saw them anyway.
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Word count: 326 (total: 2,361)
Rating: PG
Prompt:
ysabetwordsmith's: A fence who sells stolen goods across the dimensions by use of a portable gate.Notes: This is interdimensional, so it's actually set in two of my worlds!
“You can sell it, right?” asked the small thief, not entirely without hope. Kerry wasn’t sure whether the grubby child was a boy or a girl, not that it mattered. In Garthier they taught all their children to steal.
“Of course I can,” he snapped, annoyed more because he had no idea what it was than because the child had doubted him. He turned the strange metal object over in his hands, but it didn’t reveal any secrets. “I can sell anything. Isn’t that why you came to me?”
“Of course, Master Kerry,” said the child, shuffling its feet and looking up at him with huge brown eyes.
He sighed. “I’ll give you thirty coppers for it.”
The eyes got even bigger. “Is that all?”
“It’s going to be tough to sell, and I can’t do it here. Taking it somewhere else to sell costs me. I have to make up the difference somewhere.”
The child’s forehead wrinkled. “Somewhere else? Where else is there?”
“Exactly.” Kerry ruffled the mop of brown hair. “There aren’t many other places. Thirty coppers, that’s my offer, or you can try to take it to someone else.”
The child pouted. It knew there was no one else. Finally, seeing that it wasn’t going to change Kerry’s mind, it held out its hand. He dropped the tiny copper coins into the waiting hand, and the child skittered away before he could even ask.
That was well enough. He walked to the door and shut and locked it. Elsewhere he would have put up a “closed” sign, but there was no chance of anyone in this part of Garthier being literate. Frowning, he sat down at his bench to take a closer look at the strange thing the child had sold him.
Hidden under his bench were the things no one would understand in this city, but would drag him to the mages as a clearly dangerous criminal if they saw them anyway.
Did you enjoy this story? You can read more stories in Garthier or Extranormal Crimes or see all my fiction posted at Dreamwidth!
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Date: 2012-01-04 04:49 pm (UTC)I'm glad to hear/read you had fun playing around with it. ^-^
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