It's been two months and so far I have not seen him again and my life remained as boring as ever in that small, forgotten town.
"Dad, the plumbing system is blocked, what kind of dump did you pass?"
I heard the distinct sound of glass breaking.
"I don't know where you learnt this rudeness, how could you ask me that type of question? Ask your cat, not me?" He hissed at me. "If you need to fix it, there's some money in the cupboard."
Nice, I'm going on a day off.
The layout of the village market was very complex and had too many twists and turns with overly long paths that it wasn't hard to see why people resolved to only buy in bulk on their day of choosing. Most people came every two days because of how big some families were, it was not a surprise to find a minimum of six children in some homes. Though how the mother managed to give birth more than once has always fascinated me. I skipped down the path as I came to the crossroad then took the service road. I quickened my pace and looked cautiously over my shoulders. There was never any incident on this road but because it was so long and often unused, it still made me feel cautious.
Couple of minutes later
I think maybe I should have called one of our neigbour's sons to carry me. At least they would have brought a cart. I noticed something unusual, this path is taking longer than usual. And what's with this weird change of weather. The sky was getting dark and cloudy. I considered turning back when I heard footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt an arrow pierce my side. My eyes are swimming, I can't see straight. "What's this..." I begin to say as I slip out of conscience.
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