A Forsyth sniplet
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forsythA short Fors thing,
"Did I ever tell you about the time I got mugged?" I asked Erin.
She looked at me oddly. "Who, you?"
"Yup, me. It's not really a very long story. It was like this. I'd been out on my own for, oh, about a year or so. And I'd only even been close to being caught once, so I got careless. Just arrived in Avena, out on the streets at night, took a shortcut through an alley. It wasn't empty."
"There were a couple of your standard bruisers there, the kind that never graduated from taking lunch money to things with more reward and less risk. 'Give us your purse, kid,' they said."
"Uh huh, and?" Erin said, giving me that look she does when she thinks I'm up to something.
"I gave it to them," I said, "It's not like I kept much money in it. Why would I want to pick a fight with two big thugs?"
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yup," I said, "What do I look like, some kind of braindead, bloodthirsty mercenary, spoiling for a fight?"
"Well, it wasn't very exciting," she said.
I shrugged. "Not everything is," and I didn't see any need to tell her about what happened a few months later, when I ran across those two again.
What? It wasn't revenge. Mostly not, anyway. And man, you're a bloodthirsty audience, aren't you?
Tags: Writing, Forsyth, Fiction
"Did I ever tell you about the time I got mugged?" I asked Erin.
She looked at me oddly. "Who, you?"
"Yup, me. It's not really a very long story. It was like this. I'd been out on my own for, oh, about a year or so. And I'd only even been close to being caught once, so I got careless. Just arrived in Avena, out on the streets at night, took a shortcut through an alley. It wasn't empty."
"There were a couple of your standard bruisers there, the kind that never graduated from taking lunch money to things with more reward and less risk. 'Give us your purse, kid,' they said."
"Uh huh, and?" Erin said, giving me that look she does when she thinks I'm up to something.
"I gave it to them," I said, "It's not like I kept much money in it. Why would I want to pick a fight with two big thugs?"
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yup," I said, "What do I look like, some kind of braindead, bloodthirsty mercenary, spoiling for a fight?"
"Well, it wasn't very exciting," she said.
I shrugged. "Not everything is," and I didn't see any need to tell her about what happened a few months later, when I ran across those two again.
What? It wasn't revenge. Mostly not, anyway. And man, you're a bloodthirsty audience, aren't you?
Tags: Writing, Forsyth, Fiction
