**** I am so very very sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I have been working on a few other stories that have already been placed up. Also, I've had a bit of writers block on this story. I just don't see how it's all going to work out, but I guess I will keep posting as long as I have some written. Feel free to send in advice about this story. Please... *pouty face* Well, alrighty.
Fear seared through Blink's body as the voices continued to chatter in the front room. He could see the silhouettes of the three men and one woman sitting down at a large table. There was a sudden clicking as someone had begun to shuffle a deck of cards. Blink groaned. They didn't appear to be leaving anytime soon. And who knew when one of them might notice him watching them from the street curb. If he was going to do it, then that was the right time. Blink slugged the roll of thin paper upward as hard as he could.
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Just as Lizzy was sitting down once again at the easel, from turning on the soft gramophone, there was a great splash. A wave of paint thinner went flying all over the table.
"Goodness!" she squealed as she was sprayed with the smelly liquid.
The small roll of paper bounced back out of the bowl as it hit the liquid, so that it fell unnoticed. She placed her hands on her hips haughtily. "How in the world did that happen?"
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As soon as Blink tossed the parchment into the air he rushed down the street in the other direction toward the lodging house, hoping to not be seen. But just as he was turning the corner he heard a loud splash followed by a shriek. He chuckled to himself, wondering what exactly he had done.
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Elizabeth rushed to the opened glass doors and out onto the balcony. But the city looked just as normal as ever, few people wandering the street, all looking nothing out of the ordinary.
She sighed to herself, thinking desperately of the damage the paint thinner could possibly had done. Lizzy didn't dare look. But just as she was returning to the warmth of her room she trod on something unusual.
"What is this?" she asked to herself, running the fine, but soggy roll of paper between her delicate fingers. She hastily opened it, recognizing the unruly scrawl...
MacBeth,
Where were you last Sunday? The newsies were worried. I was worried.
When are you coming back? I hope you are well and have managed to keep out of trouble.
Blink
She sighed happily to herself, wringing her tarnished hands on her nightdress. She knew that she should not have skipped her Sunday visit to them last week. If only she had had more time to arrange their Christmas. She would be sure to make it to the lodging house this coming weekend.
**** Guess what I did! I actually did paint the scene that Lizzy would have seen. It turned out pretty good actually. That's one thing that takes away my time from writing, art. I enjoy doing artwork. Here's one of my pieces of art, not the one I painted for this story.
