Serial Micro Fiction: Zamy and Landric – Part 6

Landric woke slowly, feeling groggy from whatever had knocked him out. Even awake he could see nothing, but felt his body bouncing along.

“Put me down!” he heard Zamy’s muffled voice call out.

“Not until we reach our destination, miss,” returned a gruff, but not unkind, voice. They were being carried like two sacks of potatoes. Landric felt around. Burlap. Just like his mother used to transport potatoes home from the fields outside town.

Landric began to wiggle violently in the sack, struggling to escape. A heavy weight was placed firmly atop him.

“Oho! Best not be doing that lad,” a voice near his knees chuckled. “Yer risking taking a fall and hurting yerself.”

He squirmed again, but this time with much less vigor. He knew the voice was probably right and with being squished into a sack, a fall might not be quite in his best interest.

“Landric, you okay?” called Zamy from nearby.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You okay?”

“I’m being kidnapped in the dark, of course I’m not okay!”

Her response drew a heartfelt chortle from both of their captors; they were enjoying this all too much. Zamy felt what she assumed to be an arm pat her reassuringly.

“Not too much longer,” he huffed, more from being out of breath than from actual frustration.

Everyone fell into silence as the children bounced along, twisting through tunnels that they felt descended further underground and away from the surface, and their homes.