My Father complained as he materialized on the sidewalk. "Why have you woken me Simon. I was dead, I was in the calm of nothing."
I just looked at him thankful that I was allowed to see his face one more time.
"What are we doing here then, atleast answer me that." His face questioning and uncertain.
"I am supposed to take you to the market where you can buy some of the things you yet seek."
I looked at his face and realized, the half smile that came across it wasn't authentic happiness. Just programmed fed back from the memories of the forelife.
So we walked into the warehouse of stalls and ate food off plastic trays and checked prices together. "So when did you become a necromancer" My Father asked casually.
"I didn't conjure you here, old man." I responded. Vendors around us made their offers, jokes and impatient sighs as we left their stalls behind.
My honest brother came up to us and warned us. The market would close and Father would have to get back to his hotel. Before I could react he took his hand. I turned back to the curb, our cart was slowly rolling onto the road, I ran and grabbed it as I saw my Brother and my Father leave.
I rolled the cart full of things I had no idea why we had accumulated.
I pushed it along a dirt stained concrete sidewalk, then over wooden boards, the damp dim undercroft of a long city bridge. The sidewalk turned into damp cardboard and the wheels would no longer move.
I couldn't push it any further.
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