Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

Wenches in polyester – and polyester had been ‘out’ since the twentieth century; organ grinders carting ugly little monkeys; and there was another creature at the Faire supporting a widow’s peak and a red cape with an awfully big ‘S’.  No sight of half-dressed dancing gypsies, no juggling jugglers, no velvets for the wenches – yes, an absolute mockery of the medieval era.

 

The food offerings were equally atrocious!   The year 2785, and Jiffy Pop popcorn still lived.  Go figure.

 

Kregg interrupted his trail of thoughts with, “Personally, I think it was the monkey in the red hat that stole your wallet.”

 

“I hate monkeys,” Vincent drawled, his assessment easily drawn as the smell of leftover horse manure, riddling the concrete road, suddenly danced in the air.  There had been plenty of horses at the Faire, large ones with huge hooves and dangling participles to match.

 

But Vincent wasn’t so certain that the thief was the monkey with the red hat.  But one thing was certain; the thief was experienced, for his wallet had been chained tightly to his white satin vest.

 

Two hours later, they had searched within the circumference of the steel city, coming up empty-handed.  Kregg desperately needed a bath, his oxfords coated in remnants of horse manure.  He wasn’t very agile and had found more manure than he’d been able to bypass.

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.

 

Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read