Silfa - chapter five

Benny, walking across the square:
(Lamb smell, crisp, scented with rosemary. Melons big, heavy, and ripe. Marissa last night at the Lazy Fox Inn. Speak of the little devil.)
"Mar, how's it going?"
"How's it looking..."
She poses, hand on hip, blue eyes sparkling under chestnut hair.
(Yummy)
"Looking good from here."
(Smells of lemon and lavender, hair the color of dark brown and red painted on a black wall.)
"Say, ya haven't seen Bob this mornin' av ya?"
"Not seen but I heard he was in a big row with Lindick the limp stick at the Tailor place."
(Figures, new those two would butt heads sooner or later.)
"Ha! Ya got a sharp tongue in your head; that's one of the things I love about you."
"And You've got a soft one; that's one of the things I love about you."
Marissa winks and sticks out her tongue.
(Juicy and sweet. Still her smell on my fingers.)
"Ya weren't talking about my soft one last night."
Marissa laughs.
"Ah, get on with ya and find Bob; he's goin' ta be hurtin' bad."
"Lindick got the best of Bob in a fight? How many were there?"
"Not by hands but by words was he wounded."
"Yah, he was always too sensitive for 'is own good. See ya later darlin'?"
"You betch ya."
(That one has a heart of gold, indeed.)
Picking up his pace, Benny leaves the square and enters the side street heading Northwest.
(Stomach empty - want food, no time now. Gotta find Bob. Smells fading now. Tailor house just ahead and there's Lindick - Loitering at the scene o' the crime.)
Benny strides up to a house with a low stone wall around it and pale thin young man leaning against the wall.
"Hey Limpdick - what trouble you been up to besides holding up a wall."
"I got no trouble. It's your pal that has trouble facing up to reality."
"yeah, what reality is that? Knowing you I'll bet it's as dark and twisted as your soul."
"Not that it's any of your business but I caught him hanging around my Anemone window and we let him know how we felt about each other."
(What??!)
"Your Anemone? Since when?"
"Since we got engaged."
"To each other? I thought even she had better sense than that."
Lindick bristled and tried to look menacing.
"Why don't you just run along like your little friend did last night."
Benny stepped closer to Lindick, actually looking menacing. Lindick shrank back a step.
"Why don't ya go frack yerself ya flickless pring. I'll be back; I'm not done with you yet."
Benny glances up at Anemone's window and sees a flash of her face before the curtain falls back into place.
(Used to like that britzle before she started to string Bob along. Now she's gone and got engaged to that almost boy.)
Benny turns on his heel and stalks off quickly toward the village center.
(Prolly struck out into the world last night, the damned fool. Didn't want to be in the same village as those two. Can't blame him there but ya can't run away from yerself.)
Benny is almost to the square when two large rough hands grab his arm and yank him into an alley. Then total darkness.

--- Jerry