08-19-2019, 08:03 AM
He was not certain what to expect. The last time he had seen a poor person up close, she had been sentenced for garroting. Terrible crime. Why have so many children if she could not feed them?
It was distinctly uncomfortable to walk through the neighborhood. The children were dirty and had no shoes. He met the elderly woman’s glance with what he hoped was a smile, but felt more like a grimace.
The elderly woman was not going to rob him... in theory.
He had a shallow but long case in his jacket pocket – large enough to leave an indent. In hand, he had a brandy from one of the upscale boutique shops, unopened. His gaze skittered over the table, landing instantly on the mismatched chair with a quizzical look.
The smell of fish had burst out the door like a tidal wave as soon as it was opened, but Zechariah was coming to acclimate himself to that.
“... Hello,” he said, with a distinctly uncomfortable smile, hand shaking from clutching the brandy bottle so hard.
It was distinctly uncomfortable to walk through the neighborhood. The children were dirty and had no shoes. He met the elderly woman’s glance with what he hoped was a smile, but felt more like a grimace.
The elderly woman was not going to rob him... in theory.
He had a shallow but long case in his jacket pocket – large enough to leave an indent. In hand, he had a brandy from one of the upscale boutique shops, unopened. His gaze skittered over the table, landing instantly on the mismatched chair with a quizzical look.
The smell of fish had burst out the door like a tidal wave as soon as it was opened, but Zechariah was coming to acclimate himself to that.
“... Hello,” he said, with a distinctly uncomfortable smile, hand shaking from clutching the brandy bottle so hard.
