MABEL
Others united on a front of foolishness and ignorance – and perhaps since LongNight, did Mabel find herself in and amongst comrades. Perfect strangers banding together to fight an onslaught of racism and rampant stupidity. Her jaw slackened at the one with the trident, at the siege of words, at the galvanizing of spirits. Was this how life was supposed to be? Had she been hidden away for far too long?
Wessex’s voice in her ear suddenly startled her, but she didn’t require the explanation. She was already there, cloaked under her parasol, desperate for a way to make things happen, but other than howling like an animal with several others within the crowd, she didn’t know what to hasten - and the youth wasn’t about to waste her throwing knives on this worthless douche.
Instead, she crept along to a market stall, where several already seemed to be thinking exactly the same: grabbing hold of some of the more rotted fruit, and then scurrying back to hurl it at the preacher.
Wessex’s voice in her ear suddenly startled her, but she didn’t require the explanation. She was already there, cloaked under her parasol, desperate for a way to make things happen, but other than howling like an animal with several others within the crowd, she didn’t know what to hasten - and the youth wasn’t about to waste her throwing knives on this worthless douche.
Instead, she crept along to a market stall, where several already seemed to be thinking exactly the same: grabbing hold of some of the more rotted fruit, and then scurrying back to hurl it at the preacher.
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
