Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!
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While I’m heading to the Filter concert tonight, right now I’m sharing the ninth of sixteen stories from my next release Love Scenes From the Black Market, a dark anthology.
This week’s excerpt is from The Alchemist, a day-in-the-life glimpse into the life of a most unusual professional hard at work in the dank tunnels beneath the city.
A scattered pile of small brass spheres sat in a puddle of green water at the edge of the tunnel entrance. The Alchemist leaned down and scooped them up in his gloved hand, pushed open his long jacket and placed a handful of the balls into a small leather bag.
His nose itched, but he knew that if he removed his plugs the stench of his surroundings would overwhelm him. He gazed through red-tinted glasses, and when he saw nothing else of interest he rose and continued on.
There was only a narrow walkway to either side of the vile channel, which was made of the same gray-green stone as the walls and arched ceiling. Heavy drops of putrescence rained down and struck the sludge. The drainage system hadn’t worked properly for years, and it was likely only a matter of time before the sewage rose up to the streets.
The Alchemist cautiously stepped onto the walkway, and it took him a minute to find his footing — the spikes on the bottoms of his boots were designed to give him a firm hold on the stone, which was covered with a layer of sticky green ooze and heavy clumps of black moss.
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