I had two choices.
I could make a blind run for the Bazaar and its promise of escape.
I could make a blind run for Oracle’s place and hope she would help.
Bazaar, no question.
My legs pumped at zig-zagged through unknown streets, dodging people and a jumble of rough-plank kiosks as I went.
I was disoriented, confused, discombobulated, [...]
The heels belonged to a woman named Bernadette.
She was a sliver of light in an otherwise black state of affairs. Not because she was pretty, because she wasn’t, at least not in a hot-chick sort of way, but because with a simple nod of her head she sent Simon (and his gun) away. [...]
As the evidence will show, I am a bonafide idiot.
I’ll forgo describing the ‘Palace’ except to say that there was nothing palatial about it, and the bit about ‘forbidden delights’…a complete fabrication.
When we arrived at our current location, my benefactor, Simon–the creepy barefoot hunchback–bade me remove all my clothing and personal items and set them [...]
I was moments away from a plan.
I could feel it bubbling its way to the surface when a voice, distinctly not my own, asked me a question.
“I can see by your…position…you are in need of respite, sir. Might I interest you in a visit to the Palace of Forbidden Delights?”
The voice, as it turns out, [...]