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I paused in the stairway, chewed cigar hanging from my mouth lazily. Watery blue eyes squinted back at me from the mirror, showing me my reflection. Black hair, combed back to perfection, black suit of the finest quality. I pursed my lips, smiling. I looked pretty damn good. The click-clack of my shoes against polished wood echoed loudly, enveloping the hall in sound, as I shuffled across the ballroom, down the basement stairs and into the back room. “Hello boys.” I said, placing my cane dow...

Three white lines across the table, laid out like messy brushstrokes. He hitched his trousers up until the bottoms were around his ankles, showing off two black boots, and saddled the chair clumsily. He nodded at the girl sitting opposite him. “You okay with this?” He asked softly, a contradiction to his stern expression. “Yes…I think so. Too late now, anyway, isn’t it?” She said, her short bobbed hair wobbling as she spoke. She bit her lip, which was a mess of red lipstick, and fingered the ...

After so much silence I made a feeble attempt To try and make you smile. And you did, my love, you did. But the smile… It never reached your eyes.

The sun was dipping low into the sky, barely a sliver visible. It threw deep oranges, bright reds into the sky, streaking it with colour. Too bright eyes reflected this. A girl, no older than fifteen stared up, mesmerized. She knew what this meant. The Lunar Cast. She could here the chatting, the clinking of glasses, the drunken laughter behind her. A festival all of Grove Hill celebrated. The harvest moon would come out soon, and she would be forcing brandy down her throat. It was the way th...