The little stinker.

“There’s Always Room”

By Joseph Manno

This was the first time he’d ever been allowed to attend market by himself. Purchasing food for the evening meal was no small responsibility, and Cicero had begged and wheedled until Sevek, persuaded either by his logic, or simply the prospect of blessed silence, had finally agreed. His instructions had been succinct and explicit.

“Take the most direct route.”

“I will.”

“Do not dawdle.”

“I won’t.”

The last had been most infuriating.

“Purchase no confections.”

“But…”

An arched brow had ended the exchange.

Now, a dejected Cicero trudged towards the square.

Then, logic came to his rescue.

“I’ll buy pie.”