During the noon, the sun showed its shining face. However, the clouds were begrudging of the sun's magnificence. These witch-like clouds got together to a misery against the enormous astro.
The damsel was watching the spectacle and she moved her lips in a shape of a boat, she stood to have a shot at the sun, her tears then dried into a mucilage. She ran to the window, hoping the creatures have risen from the darkness and looked outside. Her face was full of brightness until she saw people gazed at her, with the black mortal spot in each eye, like zombies. She left them, slowly, while the brightness was disappearing from her face.
"Oh my Lord! Find me a way to bring the happiness again !"-
She lied on the floor again touching it as she was hugging someone. The absurdity of her didn't tell anyone the admission.
The guards were walking front of the Richmond North Yorkshire Cafe. Their face was the definition of adversity. They sat down on a bench far from the cafe, smelling the air.
" I can't do it, this is very cruel to me"- One of the guards said. The other guard had the same word. They were performing against the smoke-coloured beard man.When the man came to them, they covered their fade from him.
"Looks like you are not responsible in my orders.."- The man looked at them like an owl. They were silent as they didn't hope that from God.
"Complete the task, now!"- The man's face was distracted and moved from, but one of the guards faced him.
"Umm.."- He thought the man would not agree with his word.
"That's a good idea but I want to see it done."- The man replied and went away. The guard was with his friend.
"What did you ask ?"- He asked his friend.
"Nothing"- The guard was looking at the front since the man went. His friend, another guard, looked at him and turned front.
An old woman, with submerged skin, dry promiscuous hair, holding some red apples in a basket, came to them who was when the man was. She came slowly, deeply and took their hands together.
"Please, don't do that.."- She told them in a thin voice. They nodded and touched the wizened woman's hand.
The damsel didn't wake up from the floor still but then she woke up as someone was persuading her. She sat, sighed shortly, stared at the door and stood. She opened the door as a kleptomaniac and she started to walk, with her intimidating eyes, no heels in her foot, downstairs and put her foot on the rug but the red-faced maid appeared from behind.
"What are you doing here ?"- The maid asked her.
The damsel looked at the maid in a raunchy way and she went without telling the answer. The maid gave a step and winked at the damsel wistfully.
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The Marbles (#Wattys Request)
Mystery / ThrillerA 19th-century story in Yorkshire. Mr Rockwell is struggling to cope with his unforgiven fault. Olivia, his daughter and everyone knows it. They want a sanction for him as he takes the sunlight from Yorkshire and brings the darkness. Now, what does...
