Stuffing the Honesty BoxBloom panted heavily as he rounded the corner and slipped between a thin gap in the fence into an abandoned garden. He was worn, his suit was ruined and this was merely the start of the evening. More out of habit than anything else, he began to run his hands through his hair, in a fruitless battle to smooth it down.Stuffing the Honesty Box by SamCyberCat
He'd needed a few moments to get his breath back, but his pursuer would not allow him this. Almost as soon as he started to consider running again, she pushed her way through the fence, adjusting her hat, but otherwise looking no worse for the wear.
Hannah frowned as Bloom glared at her. She was not fazed by his annoyance, but it did cause her to become rather annoyed herself.
“Is there really any need?” she asked.
“You keep doing this,” Bloom hissed, “I've told you before – I can't be found by Scotland Yard.”
“I thought you told me they let you go on account of how useful you were,” Hannah haughtily countered.
Compass“It ain't you, it's 'ere. But I know yer realleh need this place, so I'm goin' t' go away fer a while.”Compass by SamCyberCat
That had been what Badger had told Crow one morning, three months ago, when he'd got ready to leave Southampton. And, if he was honest, part of him had secretly hoped that Crow would come as well. That he'd drop everything, close the shop and come travelling with Badger.
But he knew that would never be the case. Because Crow really did need the stability that the shop provided. He liked the safety and security of knowing where he lived and where his next meal was coming from. And for a long time Badger tried to be like that as well, but in the end it had done him more harm than good.
Because Badger didn't feel secure, he felt tied down. He wanted to see more of the world than Misthallery or a tiny shop in Southampton could provide. So, after a long time of practising the speech in his head, Badger eventually told Crow that he wasn't going to stay with him. At least not ri