Burying the Coin
by Setsu Uzume
I pour him a drink and place it on his desk, then return to the sideboard to bring over the light supper the steward prepared. I barely have my hands on the silver tray when he speaks again.
“Karelia… this paper is nearly three weeks old. Why is it on my desk?”
I set the tray with his supper down just to the side of the paper. “My apologies, Captain; I’ll remove it right away.”
I reach for the paper and his hand slaps mine onto the wood. My index finger presses to one of the smaller front-page articles, just a few lines of text under the title: Colonial Auction.
The very auction where I’ve asked Detailmen to meet me and deliver Grel to the law once and for all.
With his other hand, he picks up the paper and looks at it. He releases me and I step back from him and clasp my hands behind my back, wiping his touch from my skin.
“Treasures of the south to be returned to civilization,” he reads.
About the Author
About the Narrator
A.J. Fitzwater is a dragon wearing a human meat suit from Christchurch, New Zealand. A graduate of Clarion 2014, she’s had short fiction published in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Crossed Genres Magazine, and other venues of repute. Look out for upcoming stories in Shimmer Magazine and The Future Fire. She has done narrations across all Escape Artist podcasts, as well as Redstone SF, Interzone, and Wily Writers.