Amid the cacophony of daily business, a small figure with a dark brown shawl draped over its head weaved its way through the crowd. The figure passed unnoticed by the merchants, fishwives, and other customers of the market, as it traveled towards the docks.
However, high above the streets the figure had caught the eye of a man. The man had been waiting on the roof for hours: watching. He was still; the only movement came from his even breaths and scanning eyes. His eyes fixated on the figure as it evaded a clumsy cart of a rug merchant. Following the figure with his eyes, the man made a mental note of the figure’s last position before looking down the street.
As the man’s eyes traveled down the street, he saw more carts and merchants moving goods from boats docked in the harbor to the center of the market. A rather large ship in the middle of the harbor caught his attention. There she was…
Here is another attempt at possibly writing a short story of sorts. It begins with the description in the previous post, "And A Warm Breeze Swept Me Away To Places Beyond My Imagination." I have no idea where this is going or if it will continue. But with a warm breeze sweeping through my room, I felt like adding to the description. So, enjoy!
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