Peter II He put his flask back into the inside pocket of his grubby brown coat and then wiped the droplets of swill off his unshaven face and onto the back of his sleeve. Heading towards the store he listened for any signs of #life, silently he peered through the glass window, his beady little eyes noticing two men slumped at a table, clearly passed out or too drunk to notice him staring, he did notice however, the bottle of rum on the table and licked his lips. He made his way to the back of the shop, past the piles of wood which he knew would soon be kindle to the fire. He reached the back door and peered through the window, he could see a man and a woman asleep with a baby in a handmade cot at the end of the bed. He paused for a moment thinking about what he was about to do and felt a stab of guilt.
Alex
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