As I looked up from my bag I noticed that Taggo was there, talking Anna out of a tree I presume. I jumped behind a bunch of trees and hid, listening. He said something about a shop. As I waited, watching, for Anna to exit the tree, I sat down. I had nearly missed the plane here. I don't know if I will be able to get onto the next one in time.
Anna fell into Taggo's arms, clearly surprising him. 'My is he ever-'
"Come on Anna."
"Hey look at this shop. 'Peaches' Fruit Shop!'"
"Well that looks promising..." Taggo mumbled after Anna walked up to a little building with light, fresh blue walls and a nice forest green roof. Two stories tall.
As soon as they disappeared into the shop I followed them. Just as soon as I got in I saw a lady, probably the owner of the shop, get out of her chair and come over to the door with a key in her hand. I darted behind a display of fruit just before Taggo and Anna turned to watch what she was doing. When she was done she walked back to them and ushered them up the stairs.
A man was behind me suddenly, and I jumped as he patted my shirtless shoulder. "Son, you know you must wear a shirt into the store right?"
"I am sorry sir, but I am not your son. I have no shirt sir, because I have no need for one. I come from the main island of Gorchas Islands." I then walked away from the man.
"Ah, I've heard of those islands. So the legends are true then? That no man on those islands ever wears a shirt unless they have need?" I turned to look back at the man.
"Yes. And as you can see I have no need." I walked away from the man yet again.
"Son, may I ask why you have no need?"
"Sir, I am not you son." He chuckled at this.
"Sorry, it is just the way I was taught. My neighbours always referred to me as 'son' or 'boy.'"
"Very well then. My reason sir is that I am of average body heat, and I am not at a formal wedding or celebration."
The man looked shocked for a few moments but then he shook it off and held out a hand. "James Gerard."
"Actually sir, th--"
"No, son," he chuckled. "That's my name."
"Oh. Very sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm Sheima."
"No last name?"
"No, James Gerard."
"Just call me James. Now, why are you here?" Before I could answer, I heard footsteps down the stairs, and so I hid behind one of the stands again.
"Oh wow! I've always wanted to go to China!"
"Shhhhh Taggo! People could be listening!"
"Oh. Sorry," Taggo whispered. The lady that locked the door smiled at them with wonder. She mumbled something, and I didn't catch it. 'Boy, I wish-'
"What was that Sandy," asked a curious Anna.
"Oh, nothing. Just a thought." Anna didn't look too sure about that but she brushed it off. Taggo was stuffing a bag with a bunch of fruit.
"Taggo! Are you going to buy those? I certainly am not."
"What," he asked, seeming surprised. "Didn't you read the note? Of course, if you don't want any..."
"Fine. Whatever. Go ahead. I'll pay some." Taggo brightened and continued to stuff.
Just then someone burst down the door and held up a gun.
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The Lost Forgotten(ON HOLD)
FantasyA young girl comes home to the fright of her life and a letter that tells her why. She has to find her grandmother's killer and she has help from her best friend. She needs to travel the world and use her dead grandmother's letters to steer her on t...
