From Good Stock
by Scott Wilson
The villagers
threw tomatoes, cabbage, beets, radish, and even
some potatoes at the young man in the stocks. The
vegetables rained down in torrents and after only
ten minutes the city guards had to disperse the
crowd to prevent the young man being killed by a
coronary, or a cabbage.
“Oi, you
with the pumpkin!” shouted the burly city
guard. “Put the pumpkin down and back away.
And you ma’am, holster that gourd.”
Once the crowd
left and the guards had began their patrol again
an elderly man with a large wicker basket hobbled
towards the stocks. He began collecting the
vegetables, and winked at the man in the stock.
“There
must be an easier way for you to get the food for
the tavern, dad,” the man in the stock said.
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