Nowhere to Hide in Vacen
A bag drops from my belt.
Coins scatter, echoing down
the silent bluestone corridors
that surround me.
I freeze.
———
No shutters are drawn open,
nobody jumps out from the darkness.
The city
and I
Are still.
Slowly,
silently,
I gather my spoils
as the sound of my mishap
races away, through the city.
Ricocheting off walls;
galloping down streets
They’ll be looking for me soon,
if they aren’t already.
All I can do is clear the city
before the sound of coins
bouncing over cobbles and rolling over stones
reaches their ears.
Deftly, I tie the bag
back to my belt
and slink off through Northgate;
Not tonight, I whisper to myself.
Tonight, I’m safe.
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