Nanolines! A bad pun. I can’t really believe I wrote...

Nanolines!  A bad pun.  I can’t really believe I wrote this.

From Troll Or Park, my #nanowrimo WIP:

I burned in silence, my anger blinding me as I followed the Coach through the cobblestone rows of vendors.  A band of banshee minstrels streaked by, “singing” something awful and nicking goods from the patrons as they went.  A couple of them rode three-wheeled bicycles, and the other two threw their purloined prizes into the baskets attached to the backs of the trikes. 

One of them clipped my wing and I retracted it, snarling.  She mouthed a “sorry” at me as she plucked away at a lute, crashing her way through the crowd.  Those fae who could tolerate their racket without flinching threw garbage and knives, and even ninja stars to drive them away.  It seemed nobody liked these minstrel cyclists.

Sculptures by Forest Rogers