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Limping lies
The salty air stung my eyes and the sea breeze whipped by hair. People hurried along paveways, their black cloaks like birds desperate to go with the wind. The stagnant air of the museum was stifling and I greeted the fresh air with pleasure. Grey clouds blanketed the sky and a thin fog started to gather. The sea was alive with waves that tossed sea foam onto the sand.
I stared at the rickety houses and waved to our neighbours. Iris and Harold were frequent visitors of Addison's Hall of Quirks and Wonders. Iris would often bring us freshly baked goods and Harold would donate us interesting pieces of glass and shells he found at sea.
I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my head. Something was happening. I could feel it. I squinted into the thick sea of people and I saw a limping man. A small silver box poked out of his pocket and I knew exactly who he was. Inside the box was a key. A key to the house in front of us.
The new tenant had a sharp cane and a proud limp. Everyone in the whole of Sardine harbour knew that to have a limp was nothing to be proud of. You wouldn't be able to work and feed the harbour.This man clearly didn't know his Sardinian ways.
Part two
Does the new tenant mow his lawn? I do hope so Barbara. They better not get up at five in the morning to mow it though. You are very right Mary. I hope they'll give us fresh jam for our toast! Seriously Anna is that all you care about?! I stared at the gossiping ladies wondering what rumours the were going to spread.
I glanced at the old house when I noticed tightly drawn blinds. When the man came out he was wearing old fishermen's clothes. I took a walk by the sea to clear my thoughts. I knew something was up he was secretive and private. Too private. He hadn't spoken to any of our neighbours and he seemed to know his way around already.
Part 3
I snuck around the gate in my black suit. There were stares and whispers, glances and sniggers. What was wrong with me. Did I look weird, did wear the wrong clothes? Calm down. This is an ordinary town. With ordinary houses and a not so ordinary girl. With a spatter of freckles, a mop of brown hair and frost coloured eyes. Her eyes were fixed at me so I ran. I ran as fast as I could.
Darling, can you tell me why the man was behaving ever so strangely? How would I know Barbara. I bet he has some bad business going with the kid. Mary you are being so obnoxious. He is just trying to befriend her. A middle aged man befriending a girl like Adele! No way Anna.
The salty air stung my eyes and the sea breeze whipped by hair. People hurried along paveways, their black cloaks like birds desperate to go with the wind. The stagnant air of the museum was stifling and I greeted the fresh air with pleasure. Grey clouds blanketed the sky and a thin fog started to gather. The sea was alive with waves that tossed sea foam onto the sand.
I stared at the rickety houses and waved to our neighbours. Iris and Harold were frequent visitors of Addison's Hall of Quirks and Wonders. Iris would often bring us freshly baked goods and Harold would donate us interesting pieces of glass and shells he found at sea.
I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my head. Something was happening. I could feel it. I squinted into the thick sea of people and I saw a limping man. A small silver box poked out of his pocket and I knew exactly who he was. Inside the box was a key. A key to the house in front of us.
The new tenant had a sharp cane and a proud limp. Everyone in the whole of Sardine harbour knew that to have a limp was nothing to be proud of. You wouldn't be able to work and feed the harbour.This man clearly didn't know his Sardinian ways.
Part two
Does the new tenant mow his lawn? I do hope so Barbara. They better not get up at five in the morning to mow it though. You are very right Mary. I hope they'll give us fresh jam for our toast! Seriously Anna is that all you care about?! I stared at the gossiping ladies wondering what rumours the were going to spread.
I glanced at the old house when I noticed tightly drawn blinds. When the man came out he was wearing old fishermen's clothes. I took a walk by the sea to clear my thoughts. I knew something was up he was secretive and private. Too private. He hadn't spoken to any of our neighbours and he seemed to know his way around already.
Part 3
I snuck around the gate in my black suit. There were stares and whispers, glances and sniggers. What was wrong with me. Did I look weird, did wear the wrong clothes? Calm down. This is an ordinary town. With ordinary houses and a not so ordinary girl. With a spatter of freckles, a mop of brown hair and frost coloured eyes. Her eyes were fixed at me so I ran. I ran as fast as I could.
Darling, can you tell me why the man was behaving ever so strangely? How would I know Barbara. I bet he has some bad business going with the kid. Mary you are being so obnoxious. He is just trying to befriend her. A middle aged man befriending a girl like Adele! No way Anna.