The Clock Struck Midnight


She sat alone in a deserted restaurant, her face coalesced in the city lights as she arched on the dusty old window pane. the rain deluged the pavements and the letter she held in her shaking hand embedded in her head thousands of concerns.
The clock was ticking but time seemed to stop. She scanned the room with her tearful eyes. no one was there. she stood, adjusted her knee length bouffant black dress and step by step roamed her way to the door. But something seemed wrong. The woman kept looking back, glancing at the mysterious barman with an eccentric hat. his features were hidden but his scar was clear.

To be continued…

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