There Will Be No Tribunal, Humpries
Is it a sea dragon?- dropped the feather in the sand
- already weep from loneliness
- fortune teller’s blood
- his spindly legs
- There will be no tribunal, Humphries
- another troupe of acrobatic midgets
“There will be no tribunal, Humpries,” Abercrombie said as he dropped the feather in the sand where it joined the coagulating pool of the fortune teller’s blood. “You will be banished and I will simply hire another troupe of acrobatic midgets to take your place.”
Humpries wobbled on his spindly legs. He hadn’t expected to be caught in the act of murder. He had expected time in which to cleverly stage the scene so that the superstitious carnies would all wonder aloud, “Is it a sea dragon? What else could have done this?”
But instead he’d been found out. Humphries couldn’t bear the thought of banishment. He felt that he could already weep from loneliness as he watched Abercrombie stalk away across the beach.
Perhaps, thought Humpries, the sea dragon could leave two victims…