much? or is it good that way? The day had finally come to a close and blackness had swallowed the street. On the corner of the pavement stood a tall, figure, waiting and gazing up at the moon. Autumn leaves swirled around his feet and a stray dead maple leaf fell onto the brim of his bottle green bowler hat, he flicked it away impatiently and continued to gaze up at the moon, occasionally checking up and down the street for the man he had arranged to meet but who was late.
One could tell this man did not like waiting by the impatient way he cracked his knuckles behind his back and took off his bowler hat to run a hand through his dark, slick hair.
Behind him, barely noticeable in the gloom, stood a small, dark-skinned girl in grubby rages that were one distinguishable as light blue. She had deep gashes across her face and arms and she looked tired, unhealthy and worn. It is not my pleasure to inform you that this poor child was a slave to the man with the bottle green bowler hat.
Finally, a light came round the corner, bobbing up and down in the darkness as a short, fat man limped towards the man in the bottle green bowler hat. The man with the bottle green bowler hat stepped out to block the newcomer’s way and as he stepped into the light of the lantern the little man gave a start, ‘Blimey! You nearly shocked me ou’ o’ me skin Mr. Fletcher, sir!’ He said, clutching a hand to his heart.
One could tell this man did not like waiting by the impatient way he cracked his knuckles behind his back and took off his bowler hat to run a hand through his dark, slick hair.
Behind him, barely noticeable in the gloom, stood a small, dark-skinned girl in grubby rages that were one distinguishable as light blue. She had deep gashes across her face and arms and she looked tired, unhealthy and worn. It is not my pleasure to inform you that this poor child was a slave to the man with the bottle green bowler hat.
Finally, a light came round the corner, bobbing up and down in the darkness as a short, fat man limped towards the man in the bottle green bowler hat. The man with the bottle green bowler hat stepped out to block the newcomer’s way and as he stepped into the light of the lantern the little man gave a start, ‘Blimey! You nearly shocked me ou’ o’ me skin Mr. Fletcher, sir!’ He said, clutching a hand to his heart.