Sauce for the goose? Sauce for the gander?
It still doesn’t feel right.
Antonio…
She wouldn’t go for him would she?
Just an innocent bystander that sold me a few meals?
Would she…?
My meandering thoughts are cut short…
Shattering noise ricochets down the alleyway, echoing and reverberating. Lids clatter on the bins around me. The bin I’m sitting on Whumphs! under me with the shockwave and reflexively, I drop to the ground, hands slamming over my ears, curling in on myself against the explosion,
Then catching up with my thoughts, I coil, springing up to dash back the way I came, towards the source of the sound.
I’m fighting against a stream of shrieking, panicking, fleeing people. Men and women alike, some carrying children in their headlong dash for escape. Some stopping to help o
