Husk: a Maresman Tale
“The suns were already doing their erratic dance, rising and falling, rising and falling, till they found the window of stability that marked mid-morning. It was shaping up to be a clear day, and the heat was likely to be relentless away from the shade of the buildings. There was a strange hush over the streets, though, and the few people he passed looked the other way and kept to themselves. Even the high street was subdued. Tizzy Graybank was standing outside her store with a bag of pastries in each hand, as if she were wondering where her customers had gone. Jeb caught her eye, but she merely spat in the gutter and went back inside.
It was a different thing at the Sea Bed, mind. The lounge bar was buzzing with talk of a couple of killings, and it was livelier than he’d have expected for a respectable establishment so early in the day. Course, there was no evidence it was respectable, save for the facade, the suggestion of a once grand interior, and the porcelain.
The bar was a lot m...ore revealing of the Sea Bed’s true nature, to Jeb’s mind.MoreLess
It was a different thing at the Sea Bed, mind. The lounge bar was buzzing with talk of a couple of killings, and it was livelier than he’d have expected for a respectable establishment so early in the day. Course, there was no evidence it was respectable, save for the facade, the suggestion of a once grand interior, and the porcelain.
The bar was a lot m...ore revealing of the Sea Bed’s true nature, to Jeb’s mind.MoreLess
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