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04-17-03
"Missus Ophelia?" His voice croaked with an undistinguishible tone.
She looked at him and back to her house biting her lip unsure as her mom closed the door. She turned and slowly nodded looking back to the broken old man, and then pass to the carriage that was waiting for her.
"Thought i was him to take ye child?" the chuckle was amused and a bit cynical. "Nay child, you are not one that i could ever have" he clucked and walked to open the door.
His suprisingly firm hand helped her up and she sat into the plush seat. Hearing the creaking as he climbed to the top and felt the jerk as it lunged forward, the horses settling into a smooth trot. She cluched the beaded bag tight against her neck breathing deeply to sooth her nerves, tears still rolling down her cheek. To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. |