Avery Woods

The Son of the General

I pull up my hood as the rain starts again. Nobody bothers to retreat under awnings on the busy boardwalk; the brief respite was welcome, but normalcy returns with the downpour. Vendors continue to shout into the crowd as people rush past, offering fresh fruit and bread at prices that are far too high for any Underling’s family to afford. Many will go hungry tonight, just like most nights.