Glittering like shards of luminescent crystal, the water rose – consuming the mahogany, wooden decking. Tom surveyed the premises, trembling in terror as he scouted for an escape : no such thing existed. Now at the mercy of the sea Eleanor pointed toward the desolation which she called home, a mask of sorrow hidden behind her calloused hands. “I’m sorry!” Her voice drowned by natures wrath.” For everything.” And with that the two companions ( accompanied by their dog,) stood welcoming the rivers embrace – welcoming their demise…
Once again the sun’s presence lingered over the rebuilt city of London setting the three golden, exquisite statues ablaze. These statues commemorated the deaths of Tom Dickson, Eleanor Burns and shadow the dog.
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