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12-01-2008, 09:25 PM | #1 |
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A Cristmas Carol, as it might have happened
Scrooge closed his ledger for the day, late December in London, darkness had fallen some time earlier. He looked over his glasses at his bookeeper, Cratchet, the bumbling fool, hurrying to close his accounts for the day,so very anxious to return to the hovel he called a home.
Scrooge let his mind wander, a rare indulgence, but the year was almost over, and it had a been a good year, a profitable one, though Ebenezer Scrooge would admit that to none but himself. His thoughts went to a day some twenty years earlier, the day a young Cratchet had arrived on his door, almost begging begging for a position. His pretty young wife, in the background, had caught Scrooge's eye, for the passion for wealth was the only one of the miser's cravings. He had agreed to consider Cratchet for a job as his clerk, he had carefully phrased his questions to determine when the young man would be away home, knowing his comely young wife would be alone. He closed his eye's, and remembered, the knock on the door, the innocent smile as she opened it. "Ah Mrs. Cratchet, Good afternoon, I am Ebenezer Scrooge, your husband Robert, applied for a position with my firm the other day, I wonder if I might have a word with him?" Knowing full well the husband was not at home, Scrooge stepped past the surprised young woman, and closed the door behind him. |
12-01-2008, 09:45 PM | #2 |
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The late afternoon knock on the door surprised her. Living in this part of town made a woman wary of opening her door to strangers. She was sure that once Bob secured a position with Scrooge and Marley, that their money woes would be over and they could move from this dangerous part of London.
Opening the door, she realized that it was Mr. Scrooge himself! Surely he had come to give Bob good news. Clara Cratchet smiled at the successful man as she invited him into the home she shared a mere few months with Bob. "Many apologies Mr. Scrooge. But, Bob is not due home for several hours. You are welcome to wait, but it will be quiet a wait." She told him even as she looked around at the pitiful home and wondered what a man as wealthy thought of their meager existence. "Would you like a spot of tea?" She asked tentatively and hoped she had enough tea for a cup Mr. Scrooge. |
12-01-2008, 09:54 PM | #3 |
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warmed my hands before the meager fire in the hearth, noting the very few logs left to add to it. "Yes tea would be fine Mrs Cratchet." I watched as she bent to pour the cup, even the modest full skirt she wore could not fully hide her curves. My pulse quickend as my cock began to stir.
" I may have ill tidings, Mrs Cratchet" I feigned the sympathy in my voice. I had planned to take Robert on as my apprentice, a bright future to be sure, but another, better candidate has appeared, tragic I know given your circumstances. But, perhaps, yet there maybe a way to help your husband...." I let my voice trail off as I stared at her. |
12-01-2008, 10:01 PM | #4 |
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My hands shook as I poured the weak tea for Mr. Scrooge. I could hear the sympathy in his voice and I knew then that Bob didn't get the position. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself before I turned to face him. The cup and saucer in my hand was steady by the time I reached him. "Sir? I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean." I waited impatiently for his reply. Watching his thin lips as he put the cup to them. I was awash with foreboding.
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