
Karen Smith
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One highly caffeinated, philosophical, aspiring novelist, coffee obsessor, avid Melbournite, and lover of all things, except EVERYTHING
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The Bridge
Her footfalls were soft, barely audible beneath the numbing sleet that slay the surrounding streets and buildings; drowned out further by the occasional carriage wheels and horse hooves pelting against the sand embedded cobblestones. It was a bitter coldness that fell upon London this evening, and it came not only from the miserable weather. It emanated from something so innocent and fragile looking as a delicately built young woman, dressed in finery that indicated considerable wealth, striking in appearance when considered against the darkening, river misted dreariness of her surroundings.
By Karen Smith4 years ago in Fiction