Lacedaemonian
A Plume of Smoke
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Grass and soil bleached dirty red but not a trace of corpse. There in the weed and pebble sat a painted blue teething peg, indentations where new teeth had pressed for comfort. A look passed tween old washed up smuggler and the young constable. A foulness had grown fouler and a mystery yet gravely more mysterious. Unspoken both men fanned out a perimeter. Nothing. The smuggler must have interrupted clean up. Human faeces liquored the air gibbet-hanging thoughts and emotional senses. It was too much for the smuggler who vomited stale ale, spinach and surprisingly carrots onto the muck. The Constable sharp followed suit, vomiting oats and milk all down the front of his tunic.
The two looked at each other. Danae’s head swam. Three strands of a smuggler clan erased from all life time and place. Why? No possible motive. Any enemies? No. Danae span, looking, looking, looking, nothing. Why? Why?
Grass and soil bleached dirty red but not a trace of corpse. There in the weed and pebble sat a painted blue teething peg, indentations where new teeth had pressed for comfort. A look passed tween old washed up smuggler and the young constable. A foulness had grown fouler and a mystery yet gravely more mysterious. Unspoken both men fanned out a perimeter. Nothing. The smuggler must have interrupted clean up. Human faeces liquored the air gibbet-hanging thoughts and emotional senses. It was too much for the smuggler who vomited stale ale, spinach and surprisingly carrots onto the muck. The Constable sharp followed suit, vomiting oats and milk all down the front of his tunic.
The two looked at each other. Danae’s head swam. Three strands of a smuggler clan erased from all life time and place. Why? No possible motive. Any enemies? No. Danae span, looking, looking, looking, nothing. Why? Why?