'A tall dark handsome gentlemen not the wealthiest of wealth but would have always given to the less fortunate. Living on the outskirts of America and seeing the world go by like passing traffic, He meets and greets those of all different genres varying from artists, who would often sit by their street corner painting the rush hour onto white pieces of recycled paper from which had been thrown away with carelessness The envelopes it would seem had markings on them in which referred back to the war. Set in 1914 this article tells its own story. Received by people who suffered a lover’s loss due to bombings the envelopes had there own marking and it wasn’t the markings of state. Music men who would also stand on streets watching passers by while using talent to gain hope for his family. There was a lady, a lady of luxury yet little wealth. She would carry portions of wood. Letting out the smell of roasted chestnuts and would always give off that warm feel to homeless street eaters, making the community homely. As you see everyone who lived on this street were all in the same boat they were a family. They all had the same morals and religious beliefs which made the community enjoyable homeless or not. Often it was shown that not many would survive. People were left there to feed for themselves if they were not accepted by there hostel environments. America’s finest hit men. A few weeks had gone and a few more men had been added to community each being neglected by there commuters. There was nothing to see through espoir It wasn’t often those would get noticed which seemed unfair as they made it to there best intention to entertain those who walked until that day where it was believed that royalty would walk by. Draped in silk of the richest and finished off with a velvet coat. Locks of golden hair would be tied in to a declaration of wealth and she was to be maintained like a crystal glass. Character of looks was taken in by the unexpected luxury. Who it would seem should. This road be reserved for her kindness. He noticed something distinctive about her but couldn’t quite explain it to himself so he left his mind to do overtime to try and figure it out. Those believed she was those who grants money as dirt, Others were left to discover he invite and the rest believed she was from Paris a dancer sent from the Moulin rouge. Even though they had the same views on everything this time seemed to be different. The days of wealth handed landed and there was no reason why. Had a few weeks past it was left with no obligation but to find her.











. As evening drew the rain started to lie in the cracked slabs and the community left to extract heat from the back of shop doors and door ways. Someone had perceived her noticeable deformity and sent her to these worn down streets which would never become souvenirs They were not disgraceful for what they had achieved and would always pray for the hope of better wealth to many others who were much more downturned then them. But the unsolved mystery was back and there stood what was once royalty. She spoke in silence when those introduced themselves. He went on to ask questions ' how had you ended up here?' still she spoke of silence. Only left to imagine what she was speaking in her mind, unaware that he was living the girl covered with a blanket from which had fallen of a silver cross push pram left to stain becoming damp


woken up to a brown boy who was standing at the edge of the street, ringing the brass bell left those sleeping disturbed The brown boy was to sell papers for his father. to pay for a family meal What read on these papers soon become a cheer of relief It was 1918 and the war and come to an end familiar becoming familiar with the word end the young girl had stood to walk towards to paper boy to read the ongoing story of how the war had ended and read the back of the paper to read the deaths.