Lion Heart

Chapter 1

A tomato hit me in the back of my head. I felt it's warm slimy insides tangle within the strands of my neatly braided hair as it's red skin started to slide down my neck. At first I was in shock, then I tentatively reached behind my head and grimaced at the feeling of gooey reassurance that I'm fact I had been hit with a tomato. A goddamn tomato. I turned my head slowly to see the idiots that had decided today was a good day to see if tomatoes were aerodynamic. And the sight I was graced with was a beautiful one. I saw three boys, all probably no older than fourteen, presumably filled with the pubescent arrogance that was blessed on all males of that age range. Each youth was holding a ripe tomato in hand ready to throw the fruit at the damned fellows chained in the punish stocks. By this time all participants of this pretty picture were struck frozen with expressions of awe, I strode over to one boy, who seemed to be the organizer of this whole situation as he had a basket full of tomatoes, picked up one of the plump fruit and smashed it into his face. A burst of hearty laughter erupted from the vendors surrounding the town square. I quickly walk off, a grin slowly forming on my face, ignoring the weakly formed curses thrown out by the boys, their faces red from anger and embarrassment. I didn't look back figuring it was best to hurry to work. What a lovely way to start the morning.