A Rain Soaked Violet - Part 1 "Rooftops"

[edward_shaddow]

From high above, I watch people run along the street as the falling rain and chill wind forces them to find shelter under the storefront awnings. The fleet of speeding cars create a wake behind them, drenching unwary pedestrians, adding to their already miserable state. From what began as a slightly overcast autumn afternoon, the evening descended

Comments

Allergic much?

[anonymous]

Edward,

Meet you in the shadowy gardens for an evening with the Bard himself. Will bring my own gargoyles for later, to keep yours company. Don't get chilly up on that rooftop.

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Re: Allergic much?

[edward_shaddow]

A midnight rendezvous with a mysterious woman, proclaiming to have her own gargoyles...what twist of fate has led me to the soul of my dreams? Perchance it be the Bard, or his pawn the goat faced faun? The night shall be merry like that of old, on the cold hard ground let our dark wings unfold.

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Re: Allergic much?

[anonymous]

It is my dearest wish that our gargoyles will pair for life and spawn an army of garglettes to join us in our happy melancholy afterlife.

If their wings do unfold I hope they are padded and will protect us from the cold hard ground which threatens to envelope my ageing vertebrae and derierre. The Bard should allow seating or at the very least, thrones of moss.

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