Skipping Town
Joe Abercrombie
“Maybe we should just skip town.” said Javre.
“Oh no, no, no, not this time,” Shev snapped back at her. “You can’t just career through life leaving the wreckage of your mistakes behind you.”
A silence as they hurried on through the shadows, Shev having to half-jog to keep up as Javre ploughed ahead with immense strides, brow furrowed in thought. “What is it that we’ve been doing this past year, then?”
“Well... we’ve... That’s just my point! We can’t keep doing it.”
“I see. So we give Tumnor his jewel, and we collect the promised money, and we pay our gambling debts –”
“Your gambling debts,” snapped Shev.
“And then what, we put down roots here?” Javre raised one red brow at the crumbling buildings, the rubbish-strewn street, a fish-stinking beggar hacking out diseased coughs in a doorway.
“Well, no. We move on.”
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