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Submitted to Contest #96
1716 When Sir Wigglesworth Battlesby stepped foot in Green Town, he immediately sensed something was off. He had paraded one street lined with yellow wattles and half-timbered apothecaries, wondering at his own dismay. He stomped his cane to the ground, to and fro as he went, until finally settling against a hickory. One boy came by and greeted him, his chest held so high that Sir Wigglesworth wondered if he maintained a decent breathing. "Drop your chest." Sir Wigglesworth had told him, and the boy scampered...
Submitted to Contest #95
1802, London. Business was business, and seduction was seduction, or a nitwitted invitation to lust, whether George Hugh agreed or not.The young women at the pannychis flaunted an ungodly amount of their bosoms in satin ornates. One woman approached him, her plump lips flecked with Carmine, with a tam-O' shanter that reached her brows; though he could almost see her crinoline, and the chintz of her corset, he withdrew, feeling nothing but pity for her. She accosted him with seduction, whispered profanity in his ear and had almost brushed he...
San Diego, 1997.CHARLES ASTON could swear there was a little girl in Rancho Bernardo, always sitting by the gazebo in an old park.Charles loved the quiet of Ranch Parkway. He worked in Lauren Hill Lane, and would walk by evening past Silver Pine way, New Rochelle, get a robusto in Shelborne street and hold it lopsided in his mouth, muttering to the chirping starlings and people who changed lanes once they saw him coming.Then he'd come to Rancho Bernardo and see the girl sitting beneath a red birch, staring at the cardboard turnips laid round...
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