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The Courier
354 word microfic - reader perspective
focus: bathing, food, camping, meeting people

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The Foreman's Supper
278 word microfic - reader perspective
focus: food, camping, meeting a friend

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The Courier
354 word microfic - reader perspective
focus: bathing, food, camping, meeting people

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It's been a while. The courier returns.

You kick the last bits of soil over the smouldering campfire before turning to the footpath, spotting a familiar face just crossing the bridge over the brook. With your effects and clothes all in order, you approach the fellow and call their attention.

They turn to you, their hand resting on their parcelsack's strap, and greet you cordially, pondering aloud if you might want directions to tonight's festival.

Of course, you hadn't... but now you do.

About two hours pass.

Your tummy full and mind at ease once more, you shuffle on a warm, dry shirt and rest on the brook's shallow bank. The water laps and splashes about the rows of reeds as your thoughts wander, following the clouds rolling lazily through the sky.

You spot someone - a courier perhaps - passing by on the footpath, their bright orange garb and brown parcelsack distinguishing them from the crimson fields. They notice you and wave; you sleepily wave back before they turn away.

The sun has just about heaved itself over the hills now.

The wind is calm, and the crimson foliage about you sparkles with morning dew. Breakfast is on the mind now: starting a fire to dry off would be smart, and you'd surely catch cold on an empty stomach. You decide on a mushroom stew, considering the nearest edible thing to you is a giant mushroom.

You stoke your meager flame as the pot atop bubbles. A handful of diced tuber tumbles into the mixture, and you soak it with spoonfuls of broth.

The sun is just cresting the westward hills.

You opt to wash yourself in a nearby brook while the water is still warm and the Autumn still young. The one you chose is plenty wide and deep enough to accommodate you and your dirtied garments - you take the opportunity to tie them to a nearby reed before wading deeper to clean yourself.

Your time in the water is long, comfortable and private. You return to camp wringing your clothes dry, and hang them upon a taut rope to air in the sunlight.

The Foreman's Supper
278 word microfic - reader perspective
focus: food, camping, meeting a friend

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The time on the foreman's watch was 11:27 PM when he left.

Your conversation was brief but pleasant, and he gave a few well-wishes for your travels before parting with you, bringing the empty bowl back home with him. He assured you he needed no compensation but the promise that you would stay safe and return soon.

Your hunger sated and belly full, you reckon you might just be able to get some proper rest tonight. With that, you shuffle off your overclothes and retreat to your bedroll to sleep.

Time slips away as the rain begins to fall.

Your eyes grow heavy as you consider your worn bedroll when there is a gentle pat at your tent door. With a touch of caution and hesitation you shuffle across and undo a button, peering out at your visitor.

It's the foreman in his heavy coat, smiling despite looking like a wet blanket. He carries a covered bowl of his fish stew in one hand and an electric lamp in the other. He nods in greeting, as he often does, then asks if you might like supper.

The time is about 10:30 PM.

The sun has long since set. An autumnal breeze whistles between the cracks in your tent's buttoned doorway, carrying upon it delightful scents from the scrapyard foreman's cottage: the rich woodsmoke of his stove, and a fish steaming above a stewpot of local crispmoss and galactic commons. It was, as he often said, always his way to steam a fish above its broth, as not to lose its flavour to the fire, you see...

It reminds you of home. You let your shoulders relax.

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

You unboxed 10 MerCo. Crates and got: 

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