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The Charade…Chapter 17

My turn again…I am loving doing this…Not sure where it is going or how it is going to end but …

 

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The Charade

That poor girl…All she wants is answers to her questions…Who is she? Where did she come from? Who is William? What’s Mr James not telling her? What does Carl want and why? So many questions…

 

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Interview with Carol Taylor from “Retired? No one told me!”

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The Charade – Chapter 10

My turn again…I love how this is developing 🙂

S C Richmond

Chapter Ten

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It was getting late and the street lights had just come on. What had started out as an adventure to find a new dress was turning into a fruitless search.

   They were either too much money or dresses that she wouldn’t wear they were tacky and cheap.

The euphoria she has felt earlier had all but gone ….Shoulders slumped she started to make her way back to her room..That lonely room..Where the nightmares always came.

   Turning the corner she saw some twinkling lights come on and noticed a little shop..It lay back from the other shops which surrounded the markets stalls.

   She drew closer and saw a delightful little Christmas scene in the window someone had decorated it so beautifully,  everything twinkled and sparkled, she wondered who had been so artistic and clever, it caught her breathe, it was very lovely. The…

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The Charade – Chapter 5

Who is the Girl and why is Karl following her…Does he know who she is? or is it just a job to him?

S C Richmond

Chapter Five

She walked along the street, she still couldn’t shake off the afterthoughts of the dream. The feeling of happiness the card had offered dissipated and she started to feel uncomfortable for no apparent reason, she picked up her stride and headed to her bosses house. She walked past a bakers and the smell of the newly baked bread almost drew her in, she promised herself she would go in on her way home and treat herself to something sweet with the money she was due, the display in the window held trays or oatcakes and a beautiful sponge cake, she silently wished she could afford to fritter her money on something that trivial. She turned right into a long row of houses, these were a much better class than the house she had to live in and here there was only one family to a house. Each house…

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