Gek scrambled down the busy sidewalk, ignoring the complaints of the
people he bumped against in his mad dash for the paper signed with a slice
of his soul. But the piece of stationary whisked itself through the crowd despite the absence of wind, dodging every attempt he made to catch it.
As it flew into a clearing, it dipped toward the ground. Gek lunged for it. The tips of his fingers brushed to edge of the paper, but it flit out of reach before his hands could close around it. And worse still, the moment his body hit the ground, the paper containing his contract slapped against the side of someone’s leg, sticking itself there.
Gek looked up slowly, eyebrows scrunched together. Please, please, don’t pick it up…