It has been too long since my last post and now with many of us being in our houses for weeks on end, we need a form of entertainment. So without further ado, here is the next part of the short story: Product of Love. If you haven’t read part one, you can find it here. https://www.victoriamayburybooks.ca/2020/02/15/the-product-of-love-gills-backstory/ Enjoy!
Product of Love Part 2
Adrianna stepped outside and sucked in a deep breath. She was free from the education centre and the piercing gaze of the board of mages. Her test scores and overall performance of the last three years would be considered by the board of mages who would place her in whatever job she would excel in and benefit society the most. She hoped for something dealing with music or teaching but knew it would be up to the board to grant her such a position.
She meandered through the streets towards the small produce market. After all her work today, she felt as if she deserved the grapes, a small reward for her perseverance. The shadows were deepening as she reached the old man’s stall. To her dismay, it was empty of both the old man and all the produce. She began to walk away from the stall when a voice called out to her.
“Excuse me, Miss.” Turning, Adrianna saw a young man appear from behind the stall with a cluster of grapes. “I believe these are yours, Miss Mi?”
“Oh, I’m not Mi,” Adrianna began as she reached for the grapes. The blond man pulled them back.
“I’m sorry, Miss, I was told to wait for a Mi. She bought these this morning and asked my uncle to hold onto them until she returned this afternoon. I have some other produce in the back if you wanted to purchase something.” His green eyes glinted slyly, “I’d even give you a discount.”
Adrianna ground her teeth at insolence of the human but patiently reminded herself that he probably didn’t know who she was. “Mi was my friend who accompanied me this morning when I bought those grapes this morning.”
The man still didn’t budge but sighed slightly as he laid her grapes on the stall’s table. “Well, isn’t that a terrible shame that she didn’t join you for the return trip to the market. I guess we’ll just have to wait until my uncle returns from his errands, though he tends to take his time.”
“Is there any way, I can have my grapes now?” Adrianna’s tone became sharp and fully of the authority she had been trained to wield.
The man remained unmoved by her tone or visible anger. “Well, there is one way, but I’m sure a mage such as yourself wouldn’t do it.”
“What do you want?”
He gestured to her throat. “Your necklace, as assurance that you are who you say you are. I give you the grapes and you come back tomorrow when my uncle is present. If he recognizes you, you get your necklace back, and if not, then you pay for the grapes and the wasting of my ti -”
Adrianna tossed her identification necklace at the man and swiped the grapes off the table, stomping away with as much dignity as she could muster in her furious state.
Thank you for reading the next installment of the short story, Product of Love. Feel free to check out my Tumblr page here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorvictoriarmaybury .