Standing in the shadow of the impressive Gothic building with arcs
and cobbled pathway, Stanley's haughty gaze slowly caressed the behemoth
structure. He was elated to have made an outright purchase when the other
merchants just dreamt to own it in the distant future.
The deal had to be inked and was only a formality. Stanley lifted
the diamond studded gold pen to sign the legal documents when felt the chill
and his tweed
shirt soaked.
“Get up, you lazy-bone Stanley. Who will sweep the pathway?” the
old man with an empty bucket hollered.
My unrealised dream, sigh, concluded Stanley.
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