Blaze
…to blaze abroad the matter…
Chapter One page 6
Returning back to reality, Matthew stared at the she-devil
called Blaze. He was seething at the witch who was responsible for his quandary.
Matthew could only watch as she prepared the evening meal. If he was a praying
man he would have prayed for the chance to slit Blaze’s throat. He looked over
to the jar that housed a fireball holding the side of his left brain. His
hatred for this interfering creature grew more and more each day.
Matthew didn’t understand why his superior,
Guston, who visited him that morning; couldn’t see the fiery jar, nor did he
acknowledge the presence of Blaze.
This was strange because Blaze was lit up like a Christmas
tree today while she stood adding built-in bookshelves and craving out a niche
for Autumn to complete her class work and drawings. Although Blaze waved her
hand as if using magic to add the shelves, desk, table and chairs, she was
making a lot of noise.
Guston checked on his underling wondering why Matthew hadn’t
made his usual rounds. Matthew understood this puny tax collector needed his brute
strength to persuade the town’s people to pay double on their taxes. Matthew
was painfully aware that eventually, Guston would be forced out of town, being
deprived of his protection. When Guston entered Matthew’s quaint domain, He
knew the moment he saw the horrid specimen sitting with a twisted face, that it
was a lost cause. Guston uttered not one word, he simply backed out of Matthew's home. He realized his plan to offer
Matthew more gold, would be to no avail. The soaring gigantic man was nothing
more than a large lump of nothing.
Six months later Guston was gone.
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To be continued...
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