The bells rang. The day had begun. Mr. Wright was sleep deprived, the constant chanting of the adjacent crowds and the stench of the streets were the culprits. Nevertheless, the world went on. A bright light penetrated through the apartment window. It was certainly time to wake up. So, Wright quickly put on his apparel and snatched his satchel.
He dashed through the door and began his trip. It was raining, water drizzled on Wright like a shower. Each step created a noticeable splash. It was odd that the weather had changed from radiating sunlight to glooming rain. Suddenly, the occasional beggars approached Wright. This was very frequent in London, especially in the eastern district of the city. Morals were constantly broken, so Wright was no exception. Instead, Wright just continued to walk. This was the routine Wright committed to every day. Because of this, the brights colors of fruit gave him a sense of nostalgia.
The market square was surprisingly vacant today. Wright took advantage and tried to speed up his transaction. The vendor woman stared at Wright, who was stroking his mustache. "The usual, correct?" the woman said. Wright simply nodded. He quickly dumped a few pounds and walked away.
A refreshing smell arose from the apples. It was pleasant, it cured the odor from the road for a brief moment. Wright smiled.
The market square came out of view as the compact residential district returned. "Sir, over here!" a voice yelled. Noise from wagons and people fought against the sudden voice. Intrigued, Wright began to search for the voice. The traffic nearly deafened him, the fog nearly blinding him. It was impossible to navigate in the chaos. Voices yelled in every direction. Darkness grew. Two men became visible. They became less distant and could been examined with detail.
Wright reached his hand out. The figures paused in their motion. Thunder struck. Wright was now drenched. Hesitantly, he strolled near the men. Something felt cold within Wright's body. Blood gushed out of his torso. His vision was blocked. Wright collapsed.
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Quarter Past Five
Historical FictionLondon is in a state of despair, the Industrial Revolution and economy caused a drastic increase in population. The streets are filled with human waste and the atmosphere is filled with infamous fog. Crowds fill the city and poverty strikes. The wes...
