This is the seventh entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
7. Sunset
He opted to walk back instead of taking his carriage.
“Excellent, sir,” his groom had expressed. “The sunset is
mighty lovely.”
With an indecipherable grumble he was gone, hands dug in his
pockets as he paced through Belgrave Square to his residence. No one mistook
him for a leisurely walker; not with the tight set of his jaw and stoop-shouldered
frame. Less so, when his teeth grated upon
the sight of the stable boy holding a lady love’s hand and watching the sunset
as if nothing could be more mesmerising.
Suppressing the inclination to interrupt the scene, he
continued forth.
Oh, why must you torture him so?! Poor fellow!!
ReplyDeleteHe's a tough one, don't worry!
ReplyDeleteHe must be nursing a wounded heart, everyone else just seems too happy when a tragedy has occurred
ReplyDeleteLove this, especially his gritted teeth when he sees the stable lad!
ReplyDeleteHis bad mood is palpable! Job well done :-)
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