Molly Malone

Molly Malone's Arc
Chapter 8 of 9

Molly Malone's dream is expanding her fish stall into the town's most prosperous market.<.

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by @zanyzora

Chapter 8

Molly arrived at her cart before dawn on Thursday. She lit her lantern and unpacked her fish, arranging each one with care. The scales caught the lamplight, throwing small flashes across the cobblestones. She stepped back and studied her display. Everything looked fresh and clean. A man stopped on his way to work and bought two haddock. Then a woman came for cod. By mid-morning, Molly had sold more than the previous three days combined. She touched the timber behind her cart and felt something shift inside her chest. The wood wasn't a mistake. It was a promise she'd made to herself, and today she'd proven she could still keep it. At noon, she walked to the Fishmongers' Guild to ask about expanding her business. The clerk showed her a shiny black telephone mounted on the front desk. He explained that merchants could use it to send inquiries to coastal fishing villages for bulk orders. Molly ran her fingers along the glossy surface. With this, she could reach suppliers directly instead of waiting for middlemen at the docks. The clerk also pointed to a wooden wall phone near the entrance. Restaurant owners and merchants used it to place urgent orders, even after guild hours closed. Molly wrote down the information in her ledger. These tools could help her grow faster than she'd imagined. Outside the guild building, she noticed a small wooden hatch built into the wall. The clerk had mentioned it stored emergency ice for members during heat waves. Molly thought about the fish she'd lost on Monday, spoiled in the summer warmth. With access to extra ice, she could keep her stock fresh longer and waste less. She asked about membership costs. The clerk quoted a price that made her stomach tighten, but he added that new members could pay in installments. She looked at the hatch again, then at the telephone inside. The guild offered more than just ice and communication. It offered a path forward. Molly walked back to her cart with her head high. She had made thirteen shillings today, her best earnings in two weeks. The timber behind her cart would become her permanent stall, but first she needed to join the guild. She counted the coins in her apron pocket and did the math in her head. Three more weeks of strong sales would cover the first payment. She straightened her remaining fish and called out to the afternoon crowd. A customer stopped, then another. By closing time, she had sold everything. She locked her cart and headed home as the sun set over the rooftops. The foundation she'd been building was finally starting to hold.

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