Balamouk by Les Yeux Noirs
Miara flipped over the scarf she had tied to the plank bridging the roofs and flipped upside down, kicking her feet in the air in a single movement, squeezing her muscles as hard as she could to stay perfectly upright. She watched as people threw coins into her hat and clapped. She climbed higher, tied herself up, and then let herself spin down the length of the scarf to the dust below. She bowed deeply, counted to three, and then stood up and held the already full hat for people to put their coins in. Money flew at her and she caught every coin nodding her head to the patrons she saw every single day.
With a flick of her cap, the coins were gone and bowing again, she placed the hat upon her head. A simple tug and the scarf fell down from the rafter into her hand. The alleyway was empty, now, as all the people had left to tend to other things.
“Good show.”
She turned around to face her partner leaning against a building on her left. His brown hair looked black in the shadows, but his eyes were still a vibrant green of an unripe lime. He was tall, but slightly muscular and compact and in his hand was a bag of coins.
“You got quite a bit of money,” he said.
“People were just feeling really generous today,” Miara answered. “Something going on?”
“The king found a new source happiness. Probably some new source of gold.”
“As if that’s what we need. You can’t really trade money anymore for anything.”
“Except for food and that’s all we need.”
“Very true. Let’s go get some breakfast.”
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