Reg Carter
I admired Daniel Prince's courage as we talked past the rows of shubbery near the village's centre. He carried on telling stories of all the events that were fairly dramatic but not as thrilling as meeting a Fisher's member first hand. Though he did recall reminisent memories of Riley growing up. I was almost enticed to invite him back to Riley's to meet the rest of the gang, but I knew that he could easily be a traitor - or someone else. Instead I merely listened to his stories, enticed by his words, his recounts of normal-being. Something I envied greatly about the man.
"Suppose that's nothing compared to what you've seen though, young lad," he smiled and slapped me on the shoulder.
"No, you're right," I admitted, "but I'd happily trade my experiences for yours any day of the week." I could've met his tales with some of my own; Bree's death for example. Instead though, I decided against it. I still didn't trust this man, despite his good vibes.
"I bet you would," he said sincerely. "Anyway, you best be heading back son. People all around here looking for you lot. Hot-spot for the Fisher's gang we're nicknamed. Don't worry about me though, young lad, I'll keep my mouth zipped."
I smiled and nodded at the man, before turning and looking up along the shubbery to the streams I had been at a moment ago. I began picturing my route back and resighting the events that had just unfolded. It had seemed weird for such a conversation of the norm to occur, but rather enlightening all the same. Then and there a feeling hit me. Like an ultimate surge.
I wanted to run away. I wanted to find my sister. I wanted to recount normal events in my life. I stood frozen on the spot near the outskirts of the village, my head standing up above the shubbery.
Perhaps Jack was right.
Perhaps my time would come first.
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