We
exchanged a glance as he demanded more to eat.
‘I’ve been on prison rations for a week.’
‘He
changes colour oftener than a squid’ I muttered, contemptuous, ‘from pride to pathetic in the
bat of an eye.’
‘But
at least lacks energy for the priapic.’
‘And
will lack more than that when the senna I’ve put in the soup starts to
work. He’s thin enough now but his
belly’ll be flatter than the bladder of a suicidal jester!’
‘I
don’t want him evacuating here!’
‘The
dead dog collector’s cart’s due in an hour - we’ll put him on that.’
This
is part 33 of 'The blacksmith's wife'. The whole is a prompt-led
serial which began on the Friday Prediction, in March and continued, one hundred words at a
time, for forty-one episodes. One of my aims in this 100 days project
is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale
in book form. The story can be read in its entirety here.
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