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A long awaited day
Thick eyelashes fluttering as the sunlight hit her slumbering form, Lydia Blythe stirred awake when her current meal-ticket opened his curtains to the dawn.
A tall man in his late fifties Edvard Schwartz looked handsome enough when his cheeks wrinkled above his salt and pepper moustache as he smiled.
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Grudges
“Oh, Edward Darling, this one’s exquisite!” Lydia’s upper class English accent rang through the small women’s apparel store as she held up a well made brown leather purse. The edges twisted as if to frame the delicate patterns engraved and guilded into the flap.
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Drawn tired features stare lifelessly back at her from the reflective, bronzed wall behind the unfamiliar bar. Sitting alone at her stool Mrs Lydia Blythe downs her fifth large glass of red wine. Did she really look that bad, or was her vision beginning to blur ( Read more... ) -
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As Leon holds the hotel room door open for her, Lydia strides in, giving the neatly kept room the once over.
"Well, this is nice enough. Mr Jones" The regal women smirks back at Leon as he closes the door. Jesting at the last name he had checked them in under ( Read more... ) -
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Mrs Lydia Blythe creeps out of an indiscriminate building into the early morning sun. Stuffing a wad of stolen marks into her large purse,- which contains her entire life, lately. She makes her way around the corner of the street, feeling safely out of sight, she smiles.
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Mrs Lydia Blythe, pushes her gold framed reading glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Sitting up in her rickety bed, the room illuminated, as usual, by candles. She pursues a discarded newspaper understanding very little but the pictures. Her deep purple silk nightgown hangs a little looser on her body than usual. Having very little money, ( Read more... ) -
Settling in.
The morning sunlight streams through the cracks in the boarded up windows as regal woman stands, looking over her possessions, laid out on the rickety old bed. Lydia had found a few items in the old kitchen drawers which had proved useful. A ball of string, she had used to tie the board back to the window of which she had entered the old ( Read more... ) -
Downsizing
How the fuck did I end up here? How could he do that to me?! How could he go and die and leave me nothing?! The regal woman grips the heavy rock-with which she used to break the store window-before launching it at the nearest glass display cabinet. The sound of fragile glass shattering echoing through the abandoned store and sparse downtown streets ( Read more... )