‘What’s that got to do with anything? Look at her.’
Angry, Hulce banged the cage with his mace. Angry, and frightened too.
They had captured grey children before. It wasn’t easy. Scissor men and ghouls always followed close behind, the children themselves were animals, savages. Hulce had seldom been more grateful for his armour.
Grey children never spoke. They didn’t need to. Their presence this side of the river said more than words.
The ragged girl jerked upright, turned, faced south. Now they had a direction.
‘Kill it,’ Hulce ordered. ‘Kill it and burn the body.’
#30 in the ‘Beyond the Streets‘ sequence – a series of 100-word flash fiction.