Keeping my back to the brute, I swept my belongings back into the trunk with a seemingly casual sweep of my arms, careful to leave one of my trinkets behind. I glanced up, catching her eye as the pneumatic seals of my case closed.
“I’m afraid I must be off, my dear, duty calls. These treasures may have lain, forgotten and abandoned for centuries – alas, they can wait no longer, and I must be ever vigilant for their return to the halls of civilisation.” At this, I gave a mocking curtsy, although in truth I couldn’t wait to inspect the antiquities. “And I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch your name…”
She looked away, her fear keeping her rage in check, her tongue held tight through utter helplessness. For a moment I thought of repeating myself, to make clear my impatience and lack of fear for the waiting gorilla.
I knew, though, that this would only make things more difficult for her, trampled down as she was beneath the crushing wheels of the Party’s machine. With a tip of my hat and some well-practiced sleight-of-hand, I slipped the hotel’s address and my room number onto the counter-top.
I’ve never known fortune to favour the coward, so I slipped on my mask of servility and turned to face my escort.
THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
The River of Crawling Death
Which means no voting today, I’m afraid, but don’t worry, there’ll be another update this week to begin Chapter 2. In this piece (fragment?) I used this week’s 3WordWednesday prompts (helpless, trample, vigilant) and one of the BeKindRewrite prompts, Fortune Favoured the Coward.
Tune in Sunday for More Adventure!