Fictober, Prompt 16 – “Not this again.”
Original fiction, fantasy-ish.
There was a knock on the door.
I stopped, set down my spoon, and buried my face in my hands.
Maybe, I thought wistfully, maybe if I don’t move they’ll think no one is home and go away.
The knocking came again, more urgently. Giving up, I wiped my hands on my apron, made sure that I had all my protective sigil bands on at wrists, ankles and neck, and headed for the door. If these people were going to turn up unannounced at all hours, then they would just have to deal with the fact that I wasn’t dressed for company.
“Not this again,” I said, hauling the door open, “whatever it is you think I can do, I can’t, and no amount of money or wheedling is going to change—”
I cut off abruptly as I saw the two young men on my doorstep. Both dark-haired, the one on the right was staring at me with wide dark eyes and a dismayed, nearly despairing expression. He was supporting his companion, who was unconscious or close to it, head rolled forward so that I couldn’t get a good look at his face.
“You’re- You’re not the artificer?” the first man whispered. “I heard…”Continue reading