The two women looked eerily similar.
Duncan had noticed them in the waiting area seated on the blue couches near the cafeteria deep in conversation when he got through the check point. Searched through like a common criminal, he was glad none of his weapons looked anything similar to their human counterparts or had any metal in it. Metal rotted in their world with the same ease the trees lost their strength here. He wrapped them up in the bag and presented them as souvenirs just as Old Fisherman had taught him and given them in to be sent in the cargo. Continue reading “Ink Blood – Chapter 1 – Duncan”