Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Hero for Hire

The sign read "Julio Canallero, Hero for Hire," a description he hoped would be sufficient to potential customers. Wiping the sweat droplets that formed small lagoons on his forehead during muggy summer afternoons, he gazed at his creation. A smirk slowly crept along his face. Julio put down his paintbrush, its hairs black and thick like his own, as he backed away from the sign. Walking backwards, he was too enraptured by the sign to notice the man that he just bumped into. The stranger's gruff but impotent curses dissolved into the sounds of the bustling Lloresian street. The cries of fishmongers hawking their freshly caught wares competed with the yells of those selling fruits from vaguely described but assuredly exotic lands. People can buy almost anything on Prince Street, Julio thought to himself as he looked at the stylized portrait that stared back at him. And now they can buy a hero as well.
Gazing at the sign in front of his home, the self marketed hero stood still for a minute or two as his mind raced with feverish thoughts. The smirk on his face had evolved into a barely contained grin. However, his smile vanished and his brow furrowed as a new thought crept into his brain. Approaching the sign, he diligently added "Reasonable Rates" near the bottom. Julio then cast a quick glance through his open window into a workshop filled with augers, hammers, and various saws. Biting his lip slightly he hastily wrote "Will Also Repair Woodwork."
Dad would probably roll in his grave if I didn't include that, he thought as he returned to his well furnished abode. Grabbing a piece of sandpaper from a shelf he returned to his work on a toy duck Ricardo di Rozzi wanted for his latest son. Julio would have preferred to be out on the streets righting wrongs and besting dastardly villains, but for the time being heroics weren't going to pay for his meals. As daydreams of rooftop chases and daring duels raced through his head a series of knocks tapped against his door. Wow, Julio thought as he stopped his mechanical sanding and rose from his chair, I didn't think it would work this fast.

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