Posted for Six Sentence Stories where Denise’s prompt word for this week is Market.
I’m so far from home it’s untrue… I could be galaxies away for all I know… that’ll teach me for buying a cheap ticket from that dodgy Deadstar Travel Agent in Han’s Market. ‘Only one kidobe,’ the woman with the plaited hair on the desk said, ‘one way’… I should have known.
I’m here now, so I’d best make the most of it… there’s a drinking place over there, Origana’s, I think I’ll wander over and give my aching legs a rest, walking for miles, I have been.
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Five vardars for a jug of watery… water… it’s just water… this place is a nightmare… and the barman has a tattoo in his suprasternal notch… which was one of the body’s unknown regions until I learned its name… strange, the things you think about when sitting on a stone slab for a seat – uh oh, this looks like trouble.
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Phew… thank goodness for the hairy guy on the next table who sent the stonetracker packing… but where there’s one there’s many. Sigh… I’d best find somewhere to stay, I suppose, walking under that yellow sky for hours has drained me… to think I came here for adventure, and this is what I got.
May your May the Fourth be with you however you choose it to be…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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