Chantry Road It was a cold winter morning on 10th December. She began her regular walk along the cobble ridden road.passing the occasional working street lamp. She wore a long white mac and a black scarf and a black Woolley hat. She made the same journey every day and always looked for the large sturdy trees that shot up above the chimney breasts. As she reached the green porch with the dim light showing the paint peeled door she turned to face it. The cold damp mist formed a soft tranquil expression on her eyes and brows as she stared into the door wondering about her lonely unexplained presence.
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