The Poems of Insanity: Part II
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Chapter XI: London Bridge
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A train pulled into London Bridge Station, the brakes screeching against the tracks as the arsenic grey smoke tumbled out of the chimney.
Steam hissed like the vehicle was exhaling, dozens of people flooding the platform.
For once, it was sunny in London.
It was 1917 and the world was at war.
It had been seven years since the incident.
Just as the train started to pull out of the station a young woman rushed out of the train, tripping slightly over her skirt.
She held two dark brown bags of luggage that had brass corners and leather handles.
Her hair was tied up in a rushed bun with a small braid wrapping around it, a few strands falling over her forehead and the back of her neck.
Her dress was made out of wrinkled navy blue fabric that went down to her ankles and was paired with scuffed black flats and white stockings that went up to the middle of her calves.
She let out a huff, attempting to blow a strand of hair out of her face as she lowered her head and trudged towards the station.
Suddenly, her forehead made contact with something firm and warm.
She yelped startled, dropping one of her bags.
“Oh my!”
A deep voice chuckled awkwardly in a thick English accent.
As she grabbed the handle again, she glanced up, catching a glimpse of a tall, broad shouldered figure in a brown-green uniform with several pockets.
“Pardon me!”
She cried, brushing the dust and dirt off of her luggage.
As she straightened up she got a full look of the man.
He had a dirty face, hands, clothes and tired grey eyes.
She looked at his uniform for a long moment before processing who he was.
“Oh! Thank you for your service, Monsieur!”
She said a bit breathlessly.
The soldier tipped his hat to her, bowing slightly.
“You’re welcome, Mi-”
Before he could finish his sentence a familiar voice cut across the station’s chatter.
“Fidèle!”
Her head snapped to the right.
“Uncle Fournisseur!”
She shouted excitedly, rushing over and throwing her arms around her uncle, dropping her bags next to him.
The soldier chuckled and sauntered away.
Fournisseur picked up his niece's bags and started walking off the platform.
“Come! Come! Your hotel isn’t that far from here!”
He called over his shoulder.
She hurried after him, lifting her skirt slightly so she didn’t trip.
“Alright!”
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