“Are we?” Ethan had stalled again, no matter how many times that Lina tried to get them moving. “Are we part of the Organization?”
He was, Lina realized, asking her. “I’m the one that just found out about this thing a couple days ago,” she reminded them. “I’m not sure you should be talking to me about it.”
“You’re the one in charge,” Dylan countered. “There’s nobody else we can ask. Are you part of the Organization?”
“The question is more, do you want to run the Organization?” At least Jackson pitched his voice quietly.
“Kids!” A new voice called out, somewhere behind them.
This story is a follow-up to Fresh Fish from my Fishy Prompt Call, as it has reached 10 comments (As of the last time I counted). It is set in the city of Scheffenon in the world of Things Unspoken; The story of Scheffenon begins with N is for Nereids ; the story of Eliška begins with R is for Ritual. (I really oughta do another alphabet call…)
“I’m sorry, I have nothing but what you see. I have the freshest river fish, the freshest pond fishes. These here, these are delicious with an herbed butter. These here, they come from a spring where nothing else lives, just these fish, and they taste like the gods themselves would like to eat them.” Continue reading