Deal 1361: Sinker

darkness swallow hook
house unlike all the others
and yet it’s a trap


Deal 1350: Tea, hold the death

If I were better at my job, he’d be dead by now. The plot was perfect. The tea was poisoned, and the dose was calculated for his size. If he’d had the whole cup, he’d be dead.

I should have known how big a klutz I was dealing with. I didn’t do my homework on this one. I got lazy.

He only drank half a cup, then dropped it, and knocked the pot off attempting to catch the falling cup.

Later, I can only assume he had some stomach troubles, but not as much as I intended.

And he lived.


Deal 1348: Blinded by Science

I should be blind. Why am I not blind?

Or am I just vividly hallucinating and everyone else playing along?

Regardless of the reason, I continue to defy logic and reason. I am unafraid of the answers. I will find the cause of the blindness in my village.

I continue to suspect a witch is behind this, but we haven’t had a proven witch in the village since long before I was born. And yet, blindness follows us as an ever present danger. A danger that everyone else in town seems to take for granted, and seems to expect as their just fate.

I don’t accept it as my fate.

I will not go blind.

It can’t be that simple, can it?

Can simply defying the past make the future change?

Or is it possible that I am a witch and don’t know it?


Deal 1329: Dog

The aroma was vivid, and led me away down a path. Around a bend I found a baker, lit by a lantern over his door.

Stepping inside I found a complete modern commercial bakery turning out gingerbread men by the thousands, a veritable gingerbread army. Each was dressed in uniform, and carried a full kit including weapon and ammo. Under the conditions, it was only prudent that we be armed.

My unit began to march toward the city, flanked by outriders on large dogs. There was an occasional incident of a dog eating his rider, but that was a standing risk of making an army out of something as tasty as gingerbread.

Or milkbones.

The dogs were patient, but there is only so long you can make a dog balance a milkbone on its back before it will turn and eat it.

It is virtually certain that the bone will be eaten.

Why am I dressed as a bone, again?