Uncertain Fortunes
The crowd's cries for blood echoed down the streets. As one mass they surged forward silencing the baker. Her skull cracked open like a cantaloupe against the cobbled streets. Blood poured into the crevices, and the crowd called it all a victory. They laughed and jeered over her body.
It was only later as the jeweler returned to his bench that he saw the tiny boy asleep on his counter. The babe had been forgotten in the chaos. The jeweler considered returning him to the baker's family, but shame at his part in her death stayed his hand. He wondered for a time if her family would come to claim the boy, but as the day faded to night, he had to accept that they would not.
It was only later as the jeweler returned to his bench that he saw the tiny boy asleep on his counter. The babe had been forgotten in the chaos. The jeweler considered returning him to the baker's family, but shame at his part in her death stayed his hand. He wondered for a time if her family would come to claim the boy, but as the day faded to night, he had to accept that they would not.