Five-minute fiction - 16:14-16:19
There is a trend among the upward-rising, past middle-aging middle classers of the City, and it involved canes. And more specifically, wooden canes, typically made from ash, or some other hardwood that could bear to support the weight of a heavier than they ought to be middle-classer. However, the cane the woman held could easily have supported the weight of herself, and three others without too much effort. It was ash, like most were, at least thats what Grim supposed it to be when it wrapped down on his shin and sent him skipping backward. But it wasnt the cane that worried him, hed been beaten loads of time while in school, usually for being insolent or disrespectful, it was the glare. The womans striking blue eyes seem to cut him like daggers of ice, ice in case you were curious the same colour as her irises.
Her eyes did not seem to fit her face, they appeared much younger than the wrinkled flesh that surrounded them. They glittered with malice aforethought.
There is a trend among the upward-rising, past middle-aging middle classers of the City, and it involved canes. And more specifically, wooden canes, typically made from ash, or some other hardwood that could bear to support the weight of a heavier than they ought to be middle-classer. However, the cane the woman held could easily have supported the weight of herself, and three others without too much effort. It was ash, like most were, at least thats what Grim supposed it to be when it wrapped down on his shin and sent him skipping backward. But it wasnt the cane that worried him, hed been beaten loads of time while in school, usually for being insolent or disrespectful, it was the glare. The womans striking blue eyes seem to cut him like daggers of ice, ice in case you were curious the same colour as her irises.
Her eyes did not seem to fit her face, they appeared much younger than the wrinkled flesh that surrounded them. They glittered with malice aforethought.