lhopkins
As the glorious ship was sinking, the captain held to the wheel tightly. This was his baby, and if the ship was going down, he would gracefully follow.
As he held the pint of beer at the local bar, his eyes lit up and gave a sigh of relief. Friday, finally Friday. The grueling week has finally come to a close. Bottoms up.
And her cold hands shook as she was smoking her cigarette. Her gaze fixed upon the dim light coming from the horizon. She was surprised that it was already sunrise, but she didn't plan on going to sleep. The peace of the empty streets is what she yearned for at that time.
The whole room appeared blurry. Her hazy eyes focused on a scene of empty champagne bottles, confetti, and partiers passed out on couches.
As the little girl combed through the grass below her, she became distraught. Where is this prized clover that she sought? Only the one with four leaves will do. Her white dress billowed in the fresh Dublin breeze and the hunt continued.
Her hair was black like a raven, covering her face in the dry, dusty desert wind. No cars or life present, just her in her white crochet dress with an old leather suitcase and her long raven hair.