Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-3

I came back out with the watch. “This brings back memories. His clothes in the picture remind me of the ones we wore when we were younger, when we had to help around the shop. The ones with the itchy collars.”I could almost hear Kenneth’s mind working.“If he wasn’t born in the slums, what’s a… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-3

Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-1

My modest venue in Clerkenwell was located between a milliner and a printing shop. A small bricked block with hundreds upon thousands worth of pounds in gemstones and jewelry behind the casing of glass and drapes. A bell tingled lightly as I pushed the doors open. Through this opening was a world of riches. The… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-1

Victorian Lapidary Chapter 2-2

In Fleet Street, death was an Event. It was the one certainty people had, and they watched it all with ill-concealed excitement, especially when the circumstances were suspicious, then it became the subject of eager speculation. And for some, death was also an opportunity. The sky was clouded and gray, the sun hidden like a… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 2-2

Victorian Lapidary: Chapter 2-1

Feeling a little under the weather, so here's another snippet. The omnibus was crowded full of young clerks and other business people off to an early morning’s start. The low din of chatter was almost soothing as we passed carriages and cabs and the odd bicycle amongst the streets. There weren’t many who stopped at… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary: Chapter 2-1

A little diverging with a Victorian

With some stuff happening at work, I took a little break for Easter and decided to delve into the mess of documents that is my writing collection. It's a weird trip down memory lane. I laughed, I cringed, I was mystified, but all in all, a good time was had. One of these days, I really need… Continue reading A little diverging with a Victorian