garrattj

Five-minute fiction - 22:55-23:00

Precepts Mon would you please stop biting Mr Parker, Im sure hes done nothing to deserve the bite, or should I say gumming you are giving him, Bawlter said from where he sat on the dais. The dais was old, well, older, than most of the room. The last king had had it transplanted from his castle, before it was knocked down by the enemy, and had it erected here in the Councils chamber. Bawlter had been occupying it for more than a month now, and it still sat oddly with him. He did not like being so exposed. I understand that there may be some grievance between the Church of Frugal Saints, and the Grocers Union, but here and now is not the place for it to be settled. So will, you please?

Much of the room still clamoured as men pushed and shoved, and spat vile words at each other. For a supposedly democratic council, they were acting in a very autocratic manner.

And what would you have me do, pray Bawlter? Mon said as he adjusted his robe and glared at Parker. This man is a common thief, though he does not steal money directly