An hour or two had passed since the man with the scarred face had seen a naked Cooper subjected to an unceremonious (wo)manhandling down the hallway, and he had now found himself seated at a cornered table in the tavern, secluded and out of sight, sipping a large tankard of, what he was told to …
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Loot Mule – 1.4 – Lipstick Memories
A small flame from a single candle sputtered in the draft, casting shadows against the murky shack walls. Flickering amongst the shadows was a silhouette of a woman, sat at a dresser and leaning into a grubby mirror; delicately running a stick of blood-red lipstick across her lips. Next to her, resting on the dresser-top …
Loot Mule – 1.3 – Clothed with Humility
Rain pattered heavily against the cobblestone pathways and tiny streams trickled down the cracks of the long-forgotten stonework, forming into a puddle at the edge of an alley. It was short and narrow, darkened with long walls on either side looming overhead. In the middle, between tossed goods and binned foods, lay Cooper. Water seeped …
Loot Mule – 1.2 – One for All, but All for Me
Morning faded and the sky brightened into the rich hues of an early-rise orange. The waves of fatigue washed over Cooper, drenching his bones in a weary contempt. His eyes stung from the light and his stomach panged for food, leaving him with dizzying nausea. He considered nibbling while walking but found himself cautious of …
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Loot Mule – 1.1 – Clockwork Bread
“Ah! Cooper, my dear,” Mariana said, “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Come in, quick, the air is nippy this morn’.” “Expecting trouble?” Cooper asked. “I’m expecting customers,” Mariana replied, giving one final glance outside before locking the door behind Cooper. Although he was no stranger to Mariana’s bakery, it never ceased to amaze Cooper …
Loot Mule – 1.0 – Of Kegs and Men
But nettles are not to be tolerated. They settled the question on which I had been turning my back for so long, and one fine August morning, when there seemed to be nothing in the garden but nettles, and it was hard to believe that we had ever been doing anything but carefully cultivating them …
