I think that this part is going to be relevant later, although I’m not sure. The point, though: 2K words done for the day. That’s the target number. And it is hit.
Some Cases are tough, some are dangerous — and a few are flat-out scary, with the fate of the city or kingdom at stake. This wasn’t any of those. Nah, the Case I was Clearing is my bread-and-butter; low-stakes, and full of spite.
Short version: we had Pedro, and we had Anne. Two shopkeepers, right next to each other, and neither was happy about it right now. Pedro was convinced that Anne had given him the whammy a few weeks ago, and that was why his potatoes had kept getting moldy. Only, the local cleaning lady couldn’t find anything magical going on, and Anne was claiming how Pedro was just trying to get her in trouble because Anne had caught Pedro stepping out on her with some sailor tramp from the barbie kingdoms up north. Which Pedro had hotly denied.
At this point, the cleaning lady tossed the problem up the chain, and somebody at the Syndicate decided to pull mine by calling me in. Because this is what I live for, really. Moldy potatoes and moldier love affairs.
I was wondering if you were going to do NaNo this year. I suppose that answers the question. Good production to you, then!
*begins squirreling away nickels and dimes to throw at Moe later*….
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Mew