Sugar Debt

Akhila waits soundly for her gondola to arrive. She stares at the passionate red crystal caverns as like she had never seen them before. Hidden clusters gift her with new perspective, soothing her teeming curiosity of Prana. A bitter aroma of pipe tobacco haults her focus, quickly averting her attention towards the approaching gondolier.

" My payment?" requests the gondolier.

Akhila scoops her grimy hand into a jar of dead Sugar Gnats, joyfully confessing.

"Young man, the gnats were thick this evening. I suppose I could give a little extra."