Patricia.
@dotsandis.bsky.social
Make cards for family with various stamps and craft dies. Novice short story writer. (None that are published as yet. Just poetry.)
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2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
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3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
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2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
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2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
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4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
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3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
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2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
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2/2
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
You’re welcome. You are
A real talented lady.
👍☺️👍
A real talented lady.
👍☺️👍
November 13, 2025 at 6:26 PM
You’re welcome. You are
A real talented lady.
👍☺️👍
A real talented lady.
👍☺️👍