4. The Air Full of Eyes
T'was sunrise when Thrasja finished sweeping the violin spiders from their nightly webs at the tavern.
Ranilo paid her, pressed a kerchief of tavern fare upon her: "For Audila."
Departing, Thrasja walked towards the wharf. Streets monkeyed through The Bottle; she took a left when an alley forked.
Lately, she felt the sky too open, the air overbroad, the moon a baleful eye. Desperate times meant thieving; Thrasja fingered the knife in her kirtle. But: There's no one she thought.
Still, she paused watchful at her door. Nothing stirred. Sighing, she went within to await her brother's return.
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork
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