Last week greypatch3 treated us to the first part of his humerous story, I Married A Pagan. Day 2 is now online. But don't just read it - the author wants to know what you think, too. Go ahead and email him.
“Oh, hello, Henry. What are you in for this time?”
Jack, as always, had some food in his hand as he sat behind his desk at the
Watchhouse. Today his mum had packed him a sandwich that would most likely have
made several world’s records, not the least of which was ‘Greatest Potential Source of a
Heart Attack.’ The rest of the room just sort of milled about in general guard-related
activities, not the least of which involved games of dice and a lot of money changing
hands.
Not that it surprised him. In his excited mood to tell Jack all his plans the night
before, Henry had arrived at the Watchhouse to find it closed. Crime never sleeps, but
apparently the Watch occasionally had to nip home for a bit of shut-eye. It was now
about 9:30 in the morning, or as Jack referred to it, “Early Lunch.”
“I’m not in for anything…well, not quite true, I’m here to talk to you. Jack, my
boy, I need you back. And I’m serious this time.”
“You’re serious every time.” Jack bit into his sandwich, and despite the small
toothpick stuck in its middle a good majority of its contents slid off onto the floor. “And
so am I. I’m not going back to that, Henry.”
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