garrattj

Five-minute fiction - 22:45-22:50

Happy All-Saints Day! the chorus of children chanted as Grim opened the door of the less than spacious room he and Darker shared in the Cutthroats Purse.

What? How did you get in here? Grim said looking down at the gaggle of strangely-attired children.

Were Trick-Or-Treating, arent we? one of the mask-wearing ones said. Now are you going to give us something? Or is it a trick for -

Grim slammed the door cutting off the tyke in mid-sentence. He waited several seconds, hoping to hear the sound of tiny boots trumping down the hall, but there was nothing but a low murmur. He opened the door and looked down. The whole gaggle of children were still there.

What are you supposed to be then? he said pointing at an armoured-figure with a immense beard that reached almost to his knees.

Im a dwarf, the dwarf-child responded.

Grim reached out and tugged on the beard, just to make sure. It came away around the ears.

He scanned the crowd passing over faces until he caught sight of a black-cowled figure. Grim grabbed him, dragging him forward through the crowd.

What are you supposed to be?

An assassin! he squeaked.

With that dagger? Who dressed you, your Mother?