Tina Here again with a short story for Saturday.
Last time I started off with a telling of my childhood horror. The gateway to my weirdness if you will. Now, I was unsure if I should continue that line or work on something else, and if something else, what? Well Kris suggested that I continue the short story I had started before. Alma. Looking to generate a ‘Doctor Who’ mixed with Sherlock, I wanted a female who knew a lot about a lot of things but she wasn’t quite hip to how the world worked in general. With that I posted two Chapters, loosely called chapters as I just took them to mean single post pages. I think I would like to take this story up again. So, if you haven’t seen 1 and 2, I will link them below then start on 3. I hope you enjoy and I would love any feedback you see fit to share!
Ro’dan looked around with amazement. The small plain looking doors held behind them a grand amazing place. Pictures, statues, figures and random boxes here and there sprinkled the little library. The room was built with full ceiling to floor bookshelves that seemed to replace the walls and held little knick knacks and stuffed full with books. Ro’dan couldn’t help but spot all the things around the room that just might slip into his pockets. However, he was struck with the feeling of her quick hands and deft strength that had caught him before. Not to mention the odd behavior after making him swear to leave the place whole. He still wasn’t quite sure it mattered but he picked out the 5 small items that he felt might sell quickly and for nice pocket of change. After having marked his targets he switched to become the charming young man just inraptured with this odd mousy girl.
Alma strutted into the library and focused her eyes on the far side of the room, making a brisk pace toward the built in fireplace to place an object into a box and lock it with a small key then place it around her neck. She stayed facing the mantel for another moment before she took a breath and turned around. Ro’dan turned his sweet eyes toward her and smiled.
“Ah so we got a learned girly here eh? Well how can this poor street boy help ya?” Ro’dan started to walk around the library touching this or that. Picking things up and looking at them then placing them back, careful to make sure they looked just as before he picked them up.
“Oh, well I guess that would be the term used now. Yes, Learned. I am mostly taught by my father and mother but as you see we had no shortage of knowledge at our fingertips. As far as how you can help, I am in need of some more practical application skills.” Alma followed his hands with each object and watched how he looked at them. Ro’dan raised his eyebrows in mock shock. “OH, not in the arts of cutpurse or anything that might fetch legal troubles as such. More in, well,” she paused a moment. “General people skills. You see, I found that my father had plans for me to expand his research and I would love nothing more than to do that, however, as a woman and one that grew up alone for the most part, I am not as skilled in being coy or conventional.” She let out the rest of the breath she had been holding to use as her speech.
Ro’dan laughed. “You want a go boy. Someone who can hype you up and teach you how to fool people into trusting you.”
Alma shook her head solidly, squeezing her eyes shut as she did, only for a moment. “NO, they get fools to trust, not real people whom I would want to associate with. I need someone who knows of the world to be my experience. I need a partner. So, “ She opened her eyes and smiled, “I would say you are being given a new life choice. I need someone I can trust to look out for me as they would themselves. I need you Ro’dan. I have been watching you for months.”
Ro’dan stopped picking things up and looked at her. “Your mental. How did you know what my name was?”
Alma smiled, “You took no notice of me in my various looks or costumes. I picked you out from your crew because of your kind heart and choice of targets. Just as I know you would only pick 5 things to take from here because although this office looks rich and full, the rest of my house is sparse and you fear taking too much from me when this is obviously my only care in the world.” Ro’dan’s face watched her carefully as she made her way around the room. Touching the spots that were now void of objects that had once been there.”I even joined your crew for a big job one day. We didn’t talk or anything but I was able to see how you were treated and how other treated you.”
Alma walked over to Ro’dan and got uncomfortably close to him, her face smiling into his. “I picked you because I knew that if I could prove myself and earn your trust, you would be loyal to a fault and I would never have to worry.” Alma then slid a small object into his hand and backed away.
Ro’dan looked down and opened his hand to reveal a small pearled comb. Tears started to slip out of his eyes. Alma backed away slowly but kept talking. “He said he wasn’t there, but he was. I could feel your guilt at accusing him of such a crime but, you felt in your heart that he was lying to you. I went in search of his things. Something you would never do. I found that, in a hidden hole in his bed, along with other small trinkets that seemed to be long to other women. This was on top.” Alma’s voice lowered and became almost a whisper, “I knew you would never find out unless I told you and even though you had thoughts that he was not telling you something, you would never leave his side again. Even if to protect another girl from harm.”
Alma was quiet as she watched Ro’dan grasp the small comb and hold it to his chest, letting the tears fall freely now. He looked up at her with anger in his eyes, not at her, but at the lies he had been told.
“You have my attention now miss.”