Ghost Town
As I walked into the once noble city, I was saddened by the emptiness. No sound was heard, not even a leaf moved. As I approached the old well and dropped my traditional coin, I prayed for a simple "plump", but alas the only sound was a long delayed "clink". I look over the edge, just to confirm my dread. Squinting to see down during the noon day sun, I see a life time of coins laying as the only remains of my cherished childhood. Now how to get back my youth as well as my retirement account.
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The next morning I awoke with a stiff neck and an inspiration to get back my treasure. When I walked out, shading my eyes from the morning sun, I was giving a new priority. My neck straighted out mighty quick as my eyes glimpsed figures moving between the buildings on the opposite side of the dusty road. I would have liked to have a weapon as tried to figure out what I had seen. Approaching the well to get a better vantage point, while still maintaining some protection it dawned on me that it may not have been the best decision to leave the building, as dilapidated as is was. Sure enough, I grabbed a scrap of wood from around the well just in time to hear what can best be described as a wail from behind me.
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You whirl around to see a humanoid figure writhing on its belly a few yards away from the well. A single black arrow is rising from its back, as it slowly wails and dies.
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I stood in amazement. As I looked around to see who to thank, another black arrow flew past my head. I remember not knowing to look to where it came from or where it was going as I hit the dirt.
I guessed when I heard laughing, it was safe to stand again. As they walked up, I thought it was a trick of the light. They were girls! Not that I minded, I knew a few girls I would not want in a fight against me. But to compare the pale gray skin of the creatures on the ground and the golden tan of the ladies that approached was like night and day.
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As my ghost town now had two dead residents and two guests, I had to make arrangements for a funeral and a celebration. Luckily, the woman, I just could not call them ladies with the weapons they carried, did believe truly in equal rights and help me burn them. Then I lead them to the best table in the bar and offered them a drink. They had a much better and bigger bottle but we each got a stiff drink before we had to get too deep into conversation.
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