Enough is not Enough
Iron Age Media, August 9 Prompt There is always work, even for the little ones. The fallen and discarded bits of the city need recovering and cleaning and tiny hands make effective if not short work of the myriad tasks that are always available. Life is simple, life is humble. In that way, Conach is happy. He is tired, but he is happy. The little one has spent years of his life in the gutters and the alleys, peeking around the unseen so that he might find what the big ones drop and what they absentmindedly lose. He spends the mornings searching and he spends the evenings cleaning, mending and polishing what he finds. The big ones are happy to trade for what is found. Morsels of food are plentiful and little tools for little hands are of good quality and commonly rewarded. But as of late, there are some rumblings in the low places. Conach is content, but his friends are not. More and more, the little fellow finds himself hearing unpleasant exchanges between those like him. "Damned...