Jean-Pierre
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The lost monocle
Our story takes us back, back farther than we dare to wonder, to the start of the 18th century. It's a dark misty night on the banks of lake Serpentine, the fog drags across the lake like a lost ghostly mother searching for her lost wanderlings. The moonlight hides an eery feeling of lust and despair of 18th century London. In the distance, a light comes crawling closer. It's Elizabeth, a young beautiful redheaded maiden making her way back from a long night's work at the Rusty Raven In where she does everything from cleaning rooms to cleaning tombs. The lantern is dangling at a slight angle showing her tiredness but is moving faster showing her urge to get home and fall in her dusty old splintered bed.
By Jean-Pierre4 years ago in Criminal