Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Trader - 4 Lines of Prose - DWP From 7-6-12

The door to the ancient looking shop swung open and over the threshold stepped a young woman in gothic dress.

"May I help you?" asked the old chrone from behind the counter.

"Yes, thank you sister. I require chalk, salt, and one salamander."

The old hag placed the chalk and salt into a bag and then beckoned the young witch over.

"Blue or red dearie? Which species of lizard do you need?"

When the girl didn't answer she raised a suspicious eye.

"And what shall you give me in return?"

 The young woman placed a rare black flame candle on the counter and smirked.

 "I'll take um both and your silence."

 She placed the two glass jars in the bag, winked, and picked up her parcel and exited the store.

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