tit for tat

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Wessex nods at the invite, waiting for Lanoch and the dog to clear the gate before she opens it and follows the young man into the compound. Back to the shop, a place familiar once upon a time, but no longer is. She looks around and can see nothing of the man’s father in it. Hm. If he did die, she isn’t about to ask. They aren’t even on small talk terms. When he reveals the pieces in his hand, she gladly hands over the damp bag, a tight-lipped smile appearing in thanks for his work. She takes them with a simple “Thank you,” and a nod and then turns on her heels and leaves him to do whatever he wants with his part of the trade. Her mind is already on the future, and the hope that Lucas has come through with his part of the deal. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul