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For the Veiw

Cobbles glisten in the evening rain, leaf litter blocking the gutters and causing unshod feet to slip. Ragged men stagger home from the workhouses, brushed aside by the clicking wheels of the hansom cabs. Horses duck their heads, snorting plumes of wet, straw scented heat as the human traffic pushes past them and always, everywhere, above it and beyond it all, is the stink of the river Avon as its turgid flow seeps beneath the bridges. The river itself remains a dark, indifferent consciousness that allows anyone to stand by its weir and stare into the silent currents.

For the Veiw

Postby George Williamson » Thu May 26, 2016 2:57 pm

Maybe he liked to look at the peaceful river to contemplate on his study of Nosferatu; Nosology.
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Re: For the Veiw

Postby Storyteller » Thu May 26, 2016 3:53 pm

You discover fast that he does not. Meanwhile: a pigeon eyes you warily.
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